The Poems of Ossian, Band 2Dixon and Sickels, 1827 |
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... thee pale on the shore ; and looking over the dark - blue deep , see the sails of him that slew her son ! ' ' I will not lift the spear , ' replied the youth , my arm is not strong with years . But , with the feathered dart , I have ...
... thee pale on the shore ; and looking over the dark - blue deep , see the sails of him that slew her son ! ' ' I will not lift the spear , ' replied the youth , my arm is not strong with years . But , with the feathered dart , I have ...
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... thee , first of a thousand heroes ! have seen thee in the halls of Starno ; few were thy years beyond my own . When shall I , I said to my soul , lift the spear like the noble Fingal ? We have fought heretofore , O war- rior , on the ...
... thee , first of a thousand heroes ! have seen thee in the halls of Starno ; few were thy years beyond my own . When shall I , I said to my soul , lift the spear like the noble Fingal ? We have fought heretofore , O war- rior , on the ...
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... thee , " replied Cu- thullin , hail to all the sons of Morven ! De- lightful is thy presence , O Fingal ! it is the sun on Cromla ; when the hunter mourns his absence for a season , and sees him between the clouds . Thy sons are like ...
... thee , " replied Cu- thullin , hail to all the sons of Morven ! De- lightful is thy presence , O Fingal ! it is the sun on Cromla ; when the hunter mourns his absence for a season , and sees him between the clouds . Thy sons are like ...
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... thee , O chief ! Many shall be the wounds of thy hand ! Bring hither , Oscar , thre deer ! Prepare the feast of shells . Let our souls rejoice after danger , and our friends delight in our presence ! " We sat . We feasted . We sung ...
... thee , O chief ! Many shall be the wounds of thy hand ! Bring hither , Oscar , thre deer ! Prepare the feast of shells . Let our souls rejoice after danger , and our friends delight in our presence ! " We sat . We feasted . We sung ...
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... thee Fingal pursues thy steps ! The king of Morven had started from sleep , as we rolled on the dark blue wave . He stretch- ed his hand to his spear ; his heroes rose around . We knew that he had seen his fathers , for they often ...
... thee Fingal pursues thy steps ! The king of Morven had started from sleep , as we rolled on the dark blue wave . He stretch- ed his hand to his spear ; his heroes rose around . We knew that he had seen his fathers , for they often ...
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