 | Poetry - 1773 - 466 pages
...Lift it, in battle, when the proud arife. MY fathers, Offian, trace my fteps ; my deeds are pleafant to their- eyes. Wherever I come forth to battle, on my field, are their columns of mift. But mine arm refcued the feeble ; the haughty found my rage was fire. Never over the fallen did... | |
 | Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1779 - 288 pages
...Life it, in battle, when the proud arife. My fathers , Offian , trace my fteps ; my deeds are pleafant to their eyes. Wherever I come forth to battle , on my field , are their columns ofmift. — But mine.arm refeued the feeble ; the haughty found my rage was fire. Never over the fallen... | |
 | 1799 - 252 pages
...Lift it, in battle, when the proud arife. " My fathers, Offian, trace my fteps; my deeds are plcafant to their eyes. Wherever I come forth to battle, on my field, are their columns of mift. But mine arm rdcued the feeble; the haughty found my rage was fire. Never, over the fallen, did... | |
 | James Macpherson - Bards and bardism - 1805 - 654 pages
...that waste away my soul. But, when I lie down to rest, then comes the mighty voice of war. It awakes me, in my hall, and calls forth all my steel. It shall call forth no more ; Ossian, take thou thy father's, spear. Lift it, in battle, when the proud arise. "... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 656 pages
...that waste away my soul. But, when I lie down to rest, then comes the mighty voice of war. It awakes me, in my hall, and calls forth all my steel. It shall call forth no more ; Ossian, take thou thy father's spear. Lifr it, in battle, when the proud arise. " My... | |
 | Ossian - 1806 - 364 pages
...that waste away my soul. But,- when I lie down to rest, then comes the mighty voice of war. It awakes me, in my hall, and calls forth all my steel. It shall...are pleasant to their eyes. Wherever I come forth lief he had afforded to strangers. The very tread of their feet was pleasant in his ear. His hospitality... | |
 | 1810 - 378 pages
...waste away my soul. But, when I lie " down to rest, then eomes the mighty voiee of " war. It awakes me in my hall, and calls forth " all my steel. It shall eall it forth no more; " Ossian, take thou thy father's spear. Lift it, " in battle, when the proud... | |
 | Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1812 - 364 pages
...that waste away my soul. But, when I lie down to rest, then comes the mighty voice of war. It awakes me in my hall, and calls forth all my steel. It shall...to battle, on my field, are their columns of mist. I Jut mine arm rescued the feeble ; the haughty found my rage was fire. Never over the fallen did mine... | |
 | John Hughes - Druids and druidism - 1818 - 378 pages
...had not dishonoured his ancestors, but that his deeds were pleasant to tfieir eyes. " Wherever I came forth to battle, on my field are their columns of...mine arm rescued the feeble ; the haughty found my age was fire. Never over the fallen did mine eye rejoice. For this my fathers shall meet me, at the... | |
 | Ossian - 1834 - 218 pages
...that waste away my soul. But, when [ lie down tt rest, then comes the mighty voice of war. It awakes me in my hall, and calls forth all my steel. It shall...call it forth no more; Ossian, take thou thy father's speur. Lift it, in battle, when the proud arise. ' My fathers, Ossian, trace my steps : my deeds are... | |
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No : ye dark-rolling years, Fingal delights not in blood. Tears are wintry streams that waste away my soul. But, when I lie down to rest, then comes the mighty voice of war. It awakes me in my hall, and calls forth all my steel. It shall call it forth... 
