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ancient appeared arms bards battle beam behold bend blood bound Cairbar called Calmar Carril cave chief clouds comes Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark daughter death deeds diftant echoing Erin eyes face fails fair fall fallen fame fathers fell fide field figh fight filent Fingal firſt fled fons friends Gaul give grey grief hair hall hand harp head hear heard heath heaven heroes hill king land Lena lift light Lochlin look maid meet mighty moon Morni Morven mournful Nathos never night Ollian Oſcar peace plain race raiſe renown replied riſe roaring rock roll roſe round ruſhed ſaid ſaw ſea ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhells ſhield ſon ſong ſoul ſound ſpear ſpread ſtream Swaran ſword tears terrible thee thine thou thouſand Three tomb tree turn Ullin voice waves wind youth
Strona 17 - Thou hast no mother to mourn thee, no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.
Strona 22 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Strona 14 - Cease a little while, O wind! stream, be thou silent a while! let my voice be heard around. Let my wanderer hear me! Salgar! it is Colma who calls. Here is the tree, and the rock. Salgar, my love!
Strona 76 - Deugala was the spouse of Cairbar, chief of the plains of Ullin. She was covered with the light of beauty, but her heart was the house of pride.
Strona 12 - And it does arise in its strength! I behold my departed friends. Their gathering is on Lora, as in the days of other years.
Strona 172 - Raise high the mossy stones of their fame : that the children of the north hereafter may behold the place where their fathers fought. The hunter may say, when he leans on a mossy tomb, here Fingal and Swaran fought, the heroes of other years. Thus hereafter shall he say, and our fame shall last for ever !" " Swaran," said the king of hills,
Strona 101 - As a hundred winds on Morven : as the streams of a hundred hills ; as clouds fly successive over heaven; as the dark ocean assails the shore of the desert : so roaring, so vast, so terrible, the armies mixed on Lena's echoing heath.
Strona 23 - Ossian sing? Soon shall he lie in the narrow house, and no bard shall raise his fame! Roll on, ye dark-brown years; ye bring no joy on your course! Let the tomb open to Ossian, for his strength has failed.
Strona 41 - to the souls of the heroes ! their deeds were great in fight. Let them ride around f me on clouds. Let them shew their features of war. My soul shall then be firm in danger ; mine arm like the thunder of heaven ! But be thou on a moon-beam, O Morna ! near the window of my rest ; when my thoughts are of peace ; when the din of arms is past.
Strona 92 - She fell, like a wreath of snow, which slides from the rocks of Ronan ; when the woods are still, and echo deepens in the vale ! Then Fingal eyed his valiant chiefs, his valiant chiefs took arms. The gloom of battle roared; Lochlin fled or died. Pale, in his bounding ship he closed the maid of the softest soul. Her tomb ascends on Ardven : the sea roars round her narrow dwelling.