The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, 2. kötetT. Becket and P. A. Dehondt at Tully's Head, 1765 |
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xvii. oldal
... ftill their language , and as many of the customs of their ancestors , as fuited with the na- ture of the country they poffeffed . Even the union of the two Caledonian kingdoms did not much affect the national character . Being ...
... ftill their language , and as many of the customs of their ancestors , as fuited with the na- ture of the country they poffeffed . Even the union of the two Caledonian kingdoms did not much affect the national character . Being ...
12. oldal
... ftill a higher degree of generosity than that of Axylus in Homer for the poet does not fay , but the good man might , at the head of his own table , have heard with pleasure the praise bestowed on him by the people he en- tertained . No ...
... ftill a higher degree of generosity than that of Axylus in Homer for the poet does not fay , but the good man might , at the head of his own table , have heard with pleasure the praise bestowed on him by the people he en- tertained . No ...
13. oldal
... ftill more confined . His knowledge is circumfcribed within the compass of a few acres ; or , at moft , extends no further than the nearest market- 2 mor . His towers rofe on the banks of Atha BOOK I. AN EPIC POEM . 13.
... ftill more confined . His knowledge is circumfcribed within the compass of a few acres ; or , at moft , extends no further than the nearest market- 2 mor . His towers rofe on the banks of Atha BOOK I. AN EPIC POEM . 13.
17. oldal
... the * The poet means Malvina , the daughter of Tofcar , to whom he addreffes that part of the poem , which relates to the death of Ofcar her lover .. C chief . chief . But ftill his fpear is in his hand Book I. AN EPIC POE M. 17.
... the * The poet means Malvina , the daughter of Tofcar , to whom he addreffes that part of the poem , which relates to the death of Ofcar her lover .. C chief . chief . But ftill his fpear is in his hand Book I. AN EPIC POE M. 17.
18. oldal
chief . But ftill his fpear is in his hand .--- See gloomy Cairbart falls ! The fteel pierced his fore- The Irish hiftorians place the death of Cairbar , in the latter end of the third century : they fay , he was killed in battle ...
chief . But ftill his fpear is in his hand .--- See gloomy Cairbart falls ! The fteel pierced his fore- The Irish hiftorians place the death of Cairbar , in the latter end of the third century : they fay , he was killed in battle ...
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againſt Atha bards battle beam beautiful behold blaft Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor chief circumftance Clatho Clono cloud compofitions Conar Cormac courfe courſe Cuchullin dark darkneſs daughter death defcended defcription diftant diftinguiſhed Erin eyes faid fame father feaft fecret feem feen fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide filent Fillan Fingal Firbolg firft firſt flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit fpread ftate fteps ftill ftone ftory ftrangers ftreams ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts ghoſt hall harp heard heath heroes hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Inis-huna Ireland Iriſh king lefs meaſure mift moffy moft Morven moſt muſt night obferve occafion Ofcar Offian paffage paffed paffion perfon Picts poem poet poetical poetry poffeffed prefent raiſed rife rock rofe rolled ſcene Scotland ſhall Starno ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Swaran Temora thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Thuit tranflation Trenmor voice warrior waves winds
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373. oldal - 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?
397. oldal - 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.
427. oldal - 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.
411. oldal - She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east. Loveliness was around her as light. Her steps were like the music of songs.
275. oldal - Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song? We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away...
430. oldal - 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...
275. oldal - As flies the inconstant sun, over Larmon's grassy hill, so pass the tales of old, along my soul, by night! When bards are removed to their place ; when harps are hung in Selma's hall; then comes a voice to Ossian, and awakes his soul! It is the voice of years that are gone ! they roll before me, with all their deeds! I seize the tales, as they pass, and pour them forth in song.
xxviii. oldal - Their allufions to the manners and cuftoms of the fifteenth century, are fo many, that it is matter of wonder to me, how any one could dream of their antiquity.
257. oldal - LIKE the murmur of waters, the race ofUthorno came down. Starno led the battle, and Swaran of ftormy ifles. They looked forward from iron fhields, like Cruth-loda fiery-eyed, when he looks from behind the darkened moon, and ftrews his figns on night.
277. oldal - Many have rejoiced at my feast ; but they all have forgot Mal-orchol. I have looked towards all the winds ; but no white...