The Death Of The Boar (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
OSSIAN.This vale of Peace, this glen close by,Where deer and elk would often cry,Of old saw the fleet-footed Fianti boundIn ...
Now of the hard strait of the Feinne this legend's verse shall tell:When Fionn's men had fought and won, and ...
I.Where the snow-world of the mountains Fronts the sea-like world of sward,And encamped along the prairies Tower the white peaks heavenward;Where they ...
Does death cleanse the stains of the spirit When sundered at last from the clay,Or keep we thereafter till judgment, Desires that ...
Lo, a castle, tall, lake-mirrored, Ringed around by mountain forms,Roofless, ruined, still defying Summer's rains and winter's storms.Every shattered lifeless window, Every stone ...
Yon vale among the mountains, So sheltered from the sea,That lake which lies so lonely, Shall tell their tale to thee.Here stood ...
Best beloved of ancient stories Are our Diarmid's woes to me.Like a mist, by breezes broken,So this tale of olden gloriesFloats ...
In the vapour and haze on the ocean, Where the skies and the waters meet,There's a form that drifts, phantom-like, onward As ...
At a feast in the east of our central plains,Girt with the sheaths of ...
(FROM THE GAELIC)The Hern at early morning cries,Where at Sleve-gail the meadow lies.Say, Duin's son, whom I love well,Canst thou ...
Away to the west! Westward ho! Westward ho!Where over the prairies the summer winds blow!Why known to so few were ...
King Arthur on a journey went,His men and he on hunting bent.Came to the hill for victories known;He, and Sir ...
We stood, as the helmeted horsemen Formed up in the light of the sun;We knelt, stretching bayonets towards them As they charged, ...
Colin, Chief of Diarmid's kin,Strode alone to Ederlinn.Night, and heath, and deep morassHear the chain-mailed warrior pass.Ambushed lay the treacherous ...
"Are hearts here strong enough to found A glorious people's sway?"Ask of our rivers as they boundFrom hill to plain, or ...
Oh, dear to old Dunolly's heart His darling daughter seemed,Yet when she fled, how pitiless His bitter curse was deemed.To death he ...
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