Ancient Irish MinstrelsyHodges and Smith, 1852 - 292 páginas |
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Página vii
... Death of Oscar , Ossian's Courtship of Evirallin , 72 85 • 92 104 105 . • 115 The Chase of Slieve - na - Man , 121 · Death of Carril , 133 Combat of Fuath and Conan Maol , 139 • Conflict between Gaul Mac Morni and Lugaidh Laga , 141 ...
... Death of Oscar , Ossian's Courtship of Evirallin , 72 85 • 92 104 105 . • 115 The Chase of Slieve - na - Man , 121 · Death of Carril , 133 Combat of Fuath and Conan Maol , 139 • Conflict between Gaul Mac Morni and Lugaidh Laga , 141 ...
Página viii
... attend to his Psalmody , 263 March of the Bannered Host of Congal , 265 Cuchullin's Chariot , 269 Bas Oisin - Death Song of Ossian , 272 Additional Notes , 275 PREFACE . Or the Irish poems usually known by the viii CONTENTS .
... attend to his Psalmody , 263 March of the Bannered Host of Congal , 265 Cuchullin's Chariot , 269 Bas Oisin - Death Song of Ossian , 272 Additional Notes , 275 PREFACE . Or the Irish poems usually known by the viii CONTENTS .
Página xxvii
... death of a princely warrior , and describe the locality where he was interred : - In earth , beside the loud cascade , The son of Sora's king we laid ; And on each finger placed a ring Of gold , by mandate of our king ; Such honours to ...
... death of a princely warrior , and describe the locality where he was interred : - In earth , beside the loud cascade , The son of Sora's king we laid ; And on each finger placed a ring Of gold , by mandate of our king ; Such honours to ...
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... death Has closed the portals of my breath . But , son of Morni , shame and wo Be ours , if long we linger here , Nor haste to meet th ' insulting foe ; To stay his wild career , And let the king of Lochlin feel The edge and temper of ...
... death Has closed the portals of my breath . But , son of Morni , shame and wo Be ours , if long we linger here , Nor haste to meet th ' insulting foe ; To stay his wild career , And let the king of Lochlin feel The edge and temper of ...
Página 12
... taken from another poem , entitled Bas Chairill , the Death of Carril - in which , the wrestling precedes the more serious engagement with shield and sword . I left my native mountains blue For Erin's shore to 12 THE LAY OF.
... taken from another poem , entitled Bas Chairill , the Death of Carril - in which , the wrestling precedes the more serious engagement with shield and sword . I left my native mountains blue For Erin's shore to 12 THE LAY OF.
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Términos y frases comunes
Almhuin's ancient arms array bards Barron's Magazine beauty behold beneath blade blood boar boast bold brave breast Cairbre Caoilte champion chase chieftain Clanna combat Conan conflict Conloch Conn Connal Cormac cried crimson Cuchullin Cumhall Dargo daring dart death deeds deer Dublin E'en e'er Erin Erin's fair fame fear fell Fenian chiefs Fenian host Fergus fierce fight Fingal Finn Finn's fought Fuath Gaelic gallant Garray Gaul glaive glorious glory gold grief hand head heart heroes hill honour hounds hundred Iliad Illan Innisfail Ireland James Hardiman king king of Munster Lochlin's loud Macpherson Magnus maid Meargach meet Miss Brooke monarch Morni's ne'er night noble o'er Oscar Osgar Ossian Patrick poem pride prince proud rage renowned replies round Royal Irish Academy shield slain song sons spear stood strife strong sweet sword Talc tale Tara Tara's tell thee thou translation valour vengeance victory warriors ween wounds youth
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Página 235 - To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Página 42 - Such were the words of the bards in the days of song; when the king heard the music of harps, the tales of other times! The chiefs gathered from all their hills, and heard the lovely sound. They praised the voice of Cona!
Página 34 - No wonder, such celestial charms For nine long years have set the world in arms! What winning graces! what majestic mien! She moves a Goddess, and she looks a Queen. Yet hence, oh Heav'n! convey that fatal face, And from destruction save the Trojan race.
Página 225 - They closed full fast on every side, No slackness there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.
Página 57 - Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, On Circe's island fell. (Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a grovelling swine...
Página ix - Yea, truly, I have caused divers of them to be translated unto me, that I might understand them ; and surely they were favoured of sweet wit, and good invention, but skilled not of the goodly ornaments of poetry ; yet were they sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeliness unto them...
Página 25 - Seven sacred tripods, whose unsullied frame Yet knows no office, nor has felt the flame; Twelve steeds unmatch'd in fleetness and in force, And still victorious in the dusty course; (Rich were the man, whose ample stores exceed...
Página 133 - They fling their weapons down. Each rushes to his hero's grasp : Their sinewy arms bend round each other : they turn from side to side, and strain and stretch their large spreading limbs below. But when the pride of their strength arose, they shook the hill with their heels. Rocks tumble from their places on high ; the green-headed bushes are overturned.
Página 241 - but feeble was the foe !" We fought, nor weak the strife of death ! He sunk beneath my sword. We laid them in two tombs of stone ; the hapless lovers of youth ! Such have I been in my youth, O Oscar ! be thou like the age of Fingal. Never search thou for battle ; nor shun it when it comes.
Página xxvi - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along: The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot; Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.