Fingal and Other Poems of Ossian

Fingal and Other Poems of Ossian

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...I shall behold my friends? But thou passest away in thy murmuring blast; the wind whistles through the grey hair of Ossian! Now, on the side of Mora, the heroes gathered to the feast. A thousand aged oaks are burning to the wind. The strength of the shells goes round. The souls of warriors brighten with joy. But the king of Lochlin is sileut. Sorrow reddens in the eyes of his pride. He often turned toward Lena. He remembered that he fell. Fingal leaned on the shield of his fathers. His grey locks slowly waved on the wind, and glittered to the beam of night. He saw the grief of Swaran, and spoke to the first of bards. "Raise, Ullin."raise the song of peace. U sooth my soul from war! Let mine ear forget, in the sound, the dismal noise of arms. Let a hundred harps be near to gladden the king of Lochlin. He must depart from us with joy. None ever weut sad from Fingal.H Oscar, the lightning of my sword is agaiust the strong in fight. Peaceful it lies by my side when warriors yield in war., "Trenmor, . said the mouth of songs, "lived in the days of other years. He bounded over the waves of the north: companion of the storm! The high rocks of the land of Lochlin, its groves of murmuring sounds, appeared to the hero through mist; he bound his white-bosomed sails. Trenmor pursued the boar that roared through the woods of Many had fled from its presence; but it rolled in death on the spear of Trenmor. Three chiefs, who beheld the deed, told of the mighty stranger. They told that he stood, like a pillar of fire, in the bright arms of his valour. The king of Lochlin prepared the feast. He called the blooming Trenmor. Three days he feasted at Gormal's windy towers, and received his choice in the combat. The land of Lochlin had more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
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  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236617193
  • 9781236617194