The Poems of Ossian, Том 2W. Strahan and T. Cadell, 1785 - 435 страници |
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... SHALL Foldath * alone meet the foe ? " re- plied the dark - browed Malthos . <<< Are they not on our coaft , like the waters of many ftreams ? Are not these the chiefs , who van- quished Swaran , when the fons of green Erin fled ? Shall ...
... SHALL Foldath * alone meet the foe ? " re- plied the dark - browed Malthos . <<< Are they not on our coaft , like the waters of many ftreams ? Are not these the chiefs , who van- quished Swaran , when the fons of green Erin fled ? Shall ...
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... SHALL I yield , " Ofcar replied , " the gift of Erin's injured king : the gift of fair - haired Cormac , when Ofcar fcattered his foes ? I came to Cormac's halls of joy , when Swaran fled from Fingal . Gladness rofe in the face of youth ...
... SHALL I yield , " Ofcar replied , " the gift of Erin's injured king : the gift of fair - haired Cormac , when Ofcar fcattered his foes ? I came to Cormac's halls of joy , when Swaran fled from Fingal . Gladness rofe in the face of youth ...
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... shall hear his voice . A beam of joy will rife in my foul . " NIGHT would have defcended in forrow , and morning returned in the fhadow of grief . Our chiefs would have ftood , like cold dropping rocks on Moi - lena , and have forgot ...
... shall hear his voice . A beam of joy will rife in my foul . " NIGHT would have defcended in forrow , and morning returned in the fhadow of grief . Our chiefs would have ftood , like cold dropping rocks on Moi - lena , and have forgot ...
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... Shall I not rush to battle ? But I cannot lift the fpear ! O had mine arm the ftrength of Cuthul- lin , foon would Cairbar fly ; the fame of my fathers would be renewed ; and the deeds of other times ! " He took his bow . The tears flow ...
... Shall I not rush to battle ? But I cannot lift the fpear ! O had mine arm the ftrength of Cuthul- lin , foon would Cairbar fly ; the fame of my fathers would be renewed ; and the deeds of other times ! " He took his bow . The tears flow ...
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... Shall my fteps approach their hoft ? I yielded to Ofcar alone , in the ftrife of the race , on Cona ! " " FILLAN , thou shalt not approach their hoft ; nor fall before thy fame is known . My name is heard in fong : when needful I ...
... Shall my fteps approach their hoft ? I yielded to Ofcar alone , in the ftrife of the race , on Cona ! " " FILLAN , thou shalt not approach their hoft ; nor fall before thy fame is known . My name is heard in fong : when needful I ...
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Страница 412 - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me!
Страница 408 - The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Страница 411 - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
Страница 401 - I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. The blast hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north.
Страница 390 - Cormac who was distant far, in Temora's echoing halls; he learned to bend the bow of his fathers, and to lift the spear. Nor long didst thou lift the spear, mildly shining beam of youth! Death stands dim behind thee, like the darkened half of the moon behind its growing light!
Страница 373 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls : and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Страница 338 - Ofcar! bend the ftrong in arms, but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people ; but like the gale that moves the...
Страница 282 - An American chief, at this day, harangues at the head of his tribe, in a more bold metaphorical style, than a modern European would adventure to use in an Epic poem.
Страница 377 - Gaul in his arms, and my foul was mixed with his : for the fire of the battle was in his eyes ! he looked to the foe with joy. We fpoke the words of friendship in fecret ; and the lightning of our fwords poured together ; for we drew them behind the wood, and tried the ftrength of our arms on the empty air.
Страница 424 - I hear, at times, the ghosts of bards, and learn their pleasant song. But memory fails on my mind. I hear the call of years! They say, as they pass along, why does Ossian sing?