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.The ghost of Crugal, one of the Irish heroes who was killed in battle, appearing to Connal, foretells the defeat ...
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 ...
This piece, as many more of Ossian's compositions, is addressed to one of the first Christian missionaries. The story of ...
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 ...
Ossian, after some general reflections, describes the situation of Fingal, and the position of the army of Lochlin. - The ...
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. ...
RYNO, ALPIN.RYNOThe wind and the rain are over:calm is the noon of day. Theclouds are divided in heaven. Overthe green ...
DUCHOMMAR, MORNA.DUCHOMMAR.Morna, thou fairest of women,daughter of Cormac-Carbre!why in the circle of stones, in the caveof the rock, alone? The ...
By the side of a rock on the hill, beneaththe aged trees, old Osciansat on the moss; the last of ...
It is night; and I am alone, forlornon the hill of storms. The wind isheard in the mountain. The torrentshrieks ...
Autumn is dark on the mountains;grey mist rests on the hills. Thewhirlwind is heard on the heath. Darkrolls the river ...
SHILRIC, VINVELA.VINVELAMy love is a son of the hill.He pursues the flying deer.His grey dogs are pantingaround him; his bow-string ...
Evening is grey on the hills. Thenorth wind resounds through thewoods. White clouds rise on the sky: thetrembling snow descends. ...
I sit by the mossy fountain; on thetop of the hill of winds. One tree isrustling above me. Dark waves ...
Cuchlaid sat by the wall; by thetree of the rustling leaf.His spear leaned against the mossy rock.His shield lay by ...
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