The Poems of Ossian, Volumen1D. & G. Bruce, 1810 |
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... tradition alone , during a course of fourteen centu- ries , is so much out of the ordinary course of human affairs ... traditional poems in that part of the country , where the names of Ossian and Fingal , and Oscar and * So in MS . Gaul ...
... tradition alone , during a course of fourteen centu- ries , is so much out of the ordinary course of human affairs ... traditional poems in that part of the country , where the names of Ossian and Fingal , and Oscar and * So in MS . Gaul ...
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... tradition , yet several gentlemen of veracity attest to have seen among Macpherson's papers several MSS . of a much older date than Mr. Laing requires to be convinced . Though not more credulous than my neighbours , I cannot resist ...
... tradition , yet several gentlemen of veracity attest to have seen among Macpherson's papers several MSS . of a much older date than Mr. Laing requires to be convinced . Though not more credulous than my neighbours , I cannot resist ...
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... tradition , and the general consent of the Scotch nation , and of their oldest historians , agree to confirm the certitude of this assertion . If any man still doubts of it , he will find in Macgeogehan's History of Ireland , an entire ...
... tradition , and the general consent of the Scotch nation , and of their oldest historians , agree to confirm the certitude of this assertion . If any man still doubts of it , he will find in Macgeogehan's History of Ireland , an entire ...
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... tradition- ary songs , which were very sublime , and particularly re- markable for their simplicity and elegance . " p . iv . " From these fragments , " continues Baron de Harold , " I have composed the following poems . They are all ...
... tradition- ary songs , which were very sublime , and particularly re- markable for their simplicity and elegance . " p . iv . " From these fragments , " continues Baron de Harold , " I have composed the following poems . They are all ...
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... tradition and the songs of their bards , which , by the vicissitude of human affairs , are long since lost . Their ancient language is the only monument that remains of them ; and the traces of it being found in places so widely distant ...
... tradition and the songs of their bards , which , by the vicissitude of human affairs , are long since lost . Their ancient language is the only monument that remains of them ; and the traces of it being found in places so widely distant ...
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Æneid ancient antiquity appear arms Balclutha bards battle beam beautiful behold blast blood Caledonians Carthon Cathmor Celtic chief clouds Clutha Comala compositions Connal Crimora Crothar Cuthullin Dargo dark daugh daughter death Druids Dunthalmo Duth-carmor dwells eyes fame father feast fell Fillan Fingal Fion Frothal Gaul genius ghosts hall hand harp heard heath heroes Hidallan Highlands hill Homer Iliad imagination Ireland Irish James Macpherson king language lift light Lochlin Loda Macpherson maid Malvina manners meteor midst mighty mist moon Morni Morven mournful nations night Odin Oithona Oscar Ossian Picts poems poems of Ossian poet poetical poetry race renowned rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Scandinavia Scotland Scots Selma sentiment shield sigh silent similes song soul sound spear spirit Starno storm strangers stream sublime Swaran sword tears Temora thee thou tion tomb tradition Trenmor vale voice warriors wave winds youth
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Página 132 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Página 261 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ' whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty : the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone : who can be a companion of thy course...
Página 261 - The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years; the ocean shrinks and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven; bat thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
Página 233 - He lifted high his shadowy spear ! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword. the blade of dark-brown Luno. The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
Página 173 - And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched unto the children of Israel, saying, 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.
Página 232 - Thou frownest in vain : I never fled from the mighty in war. And shall the sons of the wind frighten the king of Morven ? No ! he knows the weakness of their arms ! Fly to thy land...
Página 165 - Helmets are cleft on high ; blood bursts, and smokes around. As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle.
Página 250 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years and the blast of the desert comes ; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Página 249 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire bad 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.
Página 207 - WHENCE is the stream of years? Whither do they roll along? Where have they hid, in mist, their many-coloured sides? I look into the times of old, but they seem dim to Ossian's eyes, like reflected moon-beams on a distant lake.