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|Statement||translated by James Macpherson ; to which are prefixed, a preliminary discourse, and dissertations on the era and poems of Ossian.|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||507 p.,  leaf of plates ;|
|Number of Pages||507|
Pursue the dark-brown deer of Cromla: stop with thine arrows the bounding roes of Lena. Sawest thou the son of Torman, lovely on the hill of his hinds? It does not go back to antiquity, or look forward to succeeding ages. The Celtic nations afford a striking instance of this kind. Pursue the dark-brown deer of Cromla: stop with thine arrows the bounding roes of Lena.
Fionia's charms Sustain'd the glory which they lost in arms. No wonder though I should be sad, As I sit on this mound, Patrick. By his name they call the glen, Sad for those he left behind. Chiefest of all our griefs! Why in the circle of stones? The hills, the rocks reply.
Fix it on high within my hall, the armor of my foe! Trenar, graceful Trenar died, O maid of Inistore! She found her youth in all his blood; she died on Cromla's heath. Labhar, loud, noisy. The rest lay in the heath of the deer, and slept beneath the dusky wind. Let dark Cuthullin yield to him, that is strong as the storms of his land!
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His spear leaned against a rock. Lightning pours from their sides of steel. Rejoice in the noise of my course! The continual wars of the Caledonians against the Romans hindered the nobility from initiating themselves, as the custom formerly was, into the order of the Druids.
The gray dogs howl between. When did I shrink from danger, chief of the little soul? A watercolour copy by Jean-Baptiste Isabey was placed as frontispiece to Napoleon's copy of the poems. Bend thy knee, O Eth! When the maid what happened saw, Upon the strand she fainting fell.
Rocking Cromla echoes round. A generous spirit is warmed with noble actions, and becomes ambitious of perpetuating them. Their souls are kindled at the battles of old; at the actions of other times. He sat on the shore! Errors in diction might have poems of Ossian book committed at twenty-four, which the experience of a riper age may remove; and some exuberances in imagery may be restrained poems of Ossian book advantage, by a degree of judgment acquired in the progress of time.
His words were faltering, broken, slow. Finn Mac Cumhail is my father, Who nobly leads the Feinn's seven poems of Ossian book When he his hounds lets loose to hunt, To follow him is truly sweet.
The poem opens with the landing of Swaran, councils are held, battles fought, and Cuchullin is, at last, totally defeated. The inferior chiefs made this ideal character the model of their conduct, and by degrees brought their minds to that generous spirit which breathes in all the poetry of the times.
The sound spreads along the wood: deer start by the lake of roes. The chiefs were allowed to execute the laws, but the legislative power was entirely in the hands of the Druids.
Go, son of Fithil, take my spear. Macpherson promoted a Scottish origin for the material, and was hotly opposed by Irish historians who felt that their heritage was being appropriated.
There came to us, fierce his mien, The dauntless warrior, Conlach, To learn of our beauteous land, From Dunscaichi to Erin. Rury's race of no soft grasp, Children of Connor and Connal; Bravely their youth did take the field, In Ulster's noble province.
The look of his blue-rolling eye is wide, beneath the dark arch of his brow. Were Mac Luy alive, With his six heroes bold, Ere you had quitted the hill You'd find your garments curtailed. Then indeed I had my triumph, For I made a total havoc. His spear is a blasted pine.p. FINGAL: AN ANCIENT EPIC POEM.
BOOK I. ARGUMENT. Cuthullin (general of the Irish tribes, in the minority of Cormac, king of Ireland) sitting alone beneath a tree, at the gate of Tura, a castle of Ulster (the other chiefs having gone on a hunting party to Cromla, a neighboring hill,) is informed of the landing of Swaran, king of Lochlin, by Moran, the son of Fithil, one of his scouts.
The Poems of Ossian. Translated by James Macpherson, Esq.; In Two Volumes. A new Edition, carefully corrected, and greatly improved. London: Report of the Committee of the Highland Society of Scotland, appointed to inquire into the nature and authenticity of the Poems of Ossian. Ossian, of the fierce assaults, Which was the stoutest arm Among the men that followed Finn.
Thou sett'st me to a painful task, O Priest, thou pupil of the heavenly king, I could not till the judgment day, Tell of the Feine, the men and deeds.
Yet since it so fell out .The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1.
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