Poems of Ossian

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. 1787 edition. Excerpt: ... the lovely. They come to injure the white handed daughters of Morven. Let each hero this day exert his might. Let our chiefs roar thro the ranks of thir pride. Bend their stubborn necks. Let them feel that only the sons of the unhappy injure Selmas highbosom'd maids."--My father rais'd his mighty voice, and bade the battle roll As the wild conflict of the raging ocean, when strong spirits contending in their clouds, send forth the howling winds, and raise its tumultuous foaming waves towards heaven j As the crash and roar of bursting mountains, when inward fires shake their lab'ring wombs, and pour their torn entrails in the sky, so dreadful was the din of battle. Terror, and red-ey'd rage mix thro the ranks; Chiefs fall on chiefs. Steel clangs and gleams on steel. Death strides grimly thro the scene, and enjoys the groans and wounds of heroes. The awful forms of ancient times hang out of their clouds to see the deeds of their sons. Darts hifs thro the troubled air. Broken helmets roll on earth. Splitter'd swords glitter on the sand. The groans of the dying pour over the heath. Morvens woods and rocks reply; wide flows the blood of the brave. Carmath fell by my hand. My lance, stuck thro his heart, quiver'd in his breast. His helmet fell on earth. I saw and bewail'd the generous youth. He was thy friend, o Bosmina! His tender songs soothed thy grief. Soft music flow'd from his tongue. Oft had we rais'd our tuneful notes together-to praise the maids of Selma; but thou wast ever the dearest object of his song. Alas he fell in his youth! he fell, unknown, by the hand of his friend.--Conloch advane'd to venge his death. He knew me, and turn'd aside. We.plung'd in the midst of war. Gaul mow'd down ranks of the foe, like a flame in summer rushing...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236503929
  • 9781236503923