The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

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W. Miller, 1805
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Page 104 - Whence are thy beams, O sun f 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...
Page 105 - 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. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds careless of the voice of the morning.
Page 245 - The flies of evening are on their feeble wings: the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee: they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam! Let the light of Ossian's soul arise! " And it does arise in its strength! I behold my departed friends. Their gathering is on Lora, as in the days of other years.
Page 249 - I sit in my grief! I wait for morning in my tears ! Rear the tcmb, ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream : Why should I stay behind ? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock.
Page 256 - The oar is stopped at once: he panted on the rock, and expired. What is thy grief, O Daura, when round thy feet is poured thy brother's blood.
Page 245 - STAR of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart.
Page 85 - Two stones half sunk in the ground, shew their heads of moss. The deer of the mountain avoids the place, for he beholds a dim ghost standing there.
Page 68 - Dost thou force me from my place?' replied the hollow voice. 'The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they vanish ; my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad on the winds ; the tempests are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds ; the fields of my rest are pleasant.
Page 68 - Son of night, retire : call thy winds, and fly ! Why dost thou come to my presence, with thy shadowy arms? Do I fear thy gloomy form, spirit of dismal Loda? Weak is thy shield of clouds : feeble is that meteor, thy sword ! The blast rolls them together; and thou thyself art lost. Fly from my presence, son of night ! Call thy winds, and fly ! Dost thou force me from my place?
Page 91 - 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.

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