The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson, 4±Ç

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270 ÆäÀÌÁö - The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
221 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - Swaran : an enterprise, which has surely the full Heroic dignity. All the incidents recorded bear a constant reference to one end ; no double plot is carried on ; but the parts unite into a regular whole : and as the action is one and great so it is an entire or complete action.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up. It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, "Shall mortal man be more just than God?
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - He returned in peace, amidst their joy. No father mourned his son slain in youth ; no brother his brother of love. They fell, without tears, for the chief of the people...
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - She " was covered with the Light of Beauty; but her " heart was the House of Pride.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - Some time before Fordun wrote, the king of England, in a letter to the pope,- had run up the antiquity of his nation to a very remote aera. Fordun...
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - is the joy of grief ! It is like the shower of spring, " when it softens the branch of the oak ; and the " young leaf lifts its green head.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - Britain, is a matter of no moment at this distance of time. Whatever their origin was, we find them very numerous in the time of Julius Agricola, which is a presumption that they were long before settled in the country.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Loose the bards," said his brother Cathmor, " they are the sons of other times. Their voice shall " be heard in other ages, when the kings of Temora

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