Carric-Thura (James Macpherson Poems)
Fingal, returning from an expedition which he had made into the Roman province, resolved to visit Cathulla, king of Inistore, ...
Fingal, returning from an expedition which he had made into the Roman province, resolved to visit Cathulla, king of Inistore, ...
ARGUMENT.The action of the poem being suspended by night, Ossian takes the opportunity to relate his own actions at the ...
ARGUMENT.Lathmon, a British prince, taking advantage of Fingal's absence on an expedition to Ireland, made a descent on Morven, and ...
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 ...
This piece, as many more of Ossian's compositions, is addressed to one of the first Christian missionaries. The story of ...
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 ...
Malvina, the daughter of Toscar, is overheard by Ossian lamenting the death of Oscar her lover. Ossian, to divert her ...
ARGUMENT.Conlath was the youngest of Morni's sons, and brother to the celebrated Gaul. He was in love with Cuthona, the ...
Fingal, returning with day, devolves the command on Duth-maruno, who engages the enemy, and drives them over the stream of ...
Why openest thou afresh the spring ofmy grief, O son of Alpin, inquiringhow Oscur fell? My eyes are blind withtears; ...
Sad! I am sad indeed: nor small mycause of woe!--Kirmor, thou hastlost no son; thou hast lost no daughterof beauty. ...
Son of the noble Fingal, Oscian,Prince of men! what tears run downthe cheeks of age? what shades thymighty soul?Memory, son ...
Thou askest, fair daughter of theisles! whose memory is preservedin these tombs? The memory of Ronnanthe bold, and Connan the ...
It is night; and I am alone, forlornon the hill of storms. The wind isheard in the mountain. The torrentshrieks ...
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