Fingal – Book I (James Macpherson Poems)
ARGUMENT.Cuthullin (general of the Irish tribes, in the minority of Cormac, king of Ireland) sitting alone beneath a tree, at ...
ARGUMENT.Cuthullin (general of the Irish tribes, in the minority of Cormac, king of Ireland) sitting alone beneath a tree, at ...
Fingal, returning from an expedition which he had made into the Roman province, resolved to visit Cathulla, king of Inistore, ...
ARGUMENT.Cuthullin, pleased with the story of Carril, insists with that bard for more of his songs. He relates the actions ...
ARGUMENT.The action of the poem being suspended by night, Ossian takes the opportunity to relate his own actions at the ...
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
ARGUMENT.Fingal, in his voyage to Lochlin, whither he had been invited by Starno, the father of Agandecca, touched at Berrathon ...
ARGUMENT.Night comes on. Fingal gives a feast to his army, at which Swaran is present. The king commands Ullin his ...
ARGUMENT.Cuthullin and Connal still remain on the hill. Fingal and Swaran meet: the combat is described. Swaran is overcome, bound, ...
Now of the hard strait of the Feinne this legend's verse shall tell:When Fionn's men had fought and won, and ...
An address to Malvina, the daughter of Toscar. The poet relates the arrival of Cathlin in Selma, to solicit aid ...
This poem. is valuable on account of the light it throws on the antiquity of Ossian's compositions. The Caracul mentioned ...
Fingal, returning with day, devolves the command on Duth-maruno, who engages the enemy, and drives them over the stream of ...
Ossian, after some general reflections, describes the situation of Fingal, and the position of the army of Lochlin. - The ...
CHORUS.Like the oak of the vale was thy strength and thy height,Thy foot, like the erne of the mountain in ...
THREE times dark hovering in the east the nightChas'd with black misty wings the lingering light;And thrice the stars with ...
COM'ST thou with swift wing in thy strength, O Wind!Wilt thou not to my helpless age be kind?And lightly o'er ...
POPE'S ODYSSEY. OH ! lay me by yon peaceful streamThat glides away so softly slow,Where boughs exclude the noon-day beam,And ...
WHEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,As mournful OSSIAN tells,Midst lofty Selma's shaded wallsHe spread the feast of shells.Each tuneful bard ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
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