 Oscur my son, shall I see thee no more! He fell as the moon in a storm; as the sun from the midst of his course, when clouds rise from the waste of the waves, when the blackness of the storm inwraps the rocks of Ardannider. I, like an ancient oak on Morven,...  The Celtic Magazine - Side 153redigeret af - 1887Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1760 - 556 sider
...the rocks of Ar* dannider. I, like an ancient oak on Morvcn, 1 moulder * alone in my place. The blaft hath lopped my branches ' away; and I tremble at the wings of the North. Prince" « of the Warriours, Ofcur my fon f fhall I fee thec nw ' more ! ' Dermul and Ofcur were one : they reaped the... | |
 | Fragments - 1760 - 82 sider
...courfe,whencloudsrife from the-wafte of the waves, when the blacknefs of"the ftbrm, invvraps the rocks of Ardannider... I, like an ancient oak on Mor.ven, I moulder alone in my place. The blaft hath lopp.cd my branches away ;.- and I trembleat the. wings.-of. the north.- Prince ofthe warriors,... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 378 sider
...inwraps the Rocks of Ardannider. I, like an ancient Oak on Morotn, I moulder alone in my Place. The Blaft hath lopped my Branches away ; and I tremble at the Wings of the North. Prince of the Warriors, Ofcurt my Son ! fhall I fee the* no more ! Dermld and Ofcur were one : They reaped the Battle together.... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 380 sider
...rife from the Wafte of the Waves, when the Blacknefs of the Storm inwraps the Rocks of Ardannider, I, like an ancient Oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my Place. The Blaft hath lopped my Branches away ; and I tremble at the Wings of the North. Prince of the Warriors,... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1763 - 94 sider
...Oflian applies to himfelf; " I, like an ancient oak inMorven, moul" der alone in my place; the blaft hath lopped my branches away ; " and I tremble at the wings of the north f." As Homer exalts his heroes by comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of comparifons... | |
 | 1765 - 416 sider
...clouds rife from the wade of the waves, when the blacknefs of the ftorm inwraps the rocks of Ardannider. I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. The blaft hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north. Chief of the warriors,... | |
 | 1765 - 374 sider
...like art ancient Oak on Mai-van, I moulder alone in my Place. The Blaft hath lopped my Branches away j and I tremble at the Wings of the North. Prince of the Warriors, Ofeur, my Son ! fhall I fee thee tiO rriore ! Dermid and Ofcur Were one : They reaped the Cattle together.... | |
 | 1773 - 466 sider
...Offian applies to iimfelf ; " I, like an ancient oak in Morven, " moulder alone in my place; the blaft hath " lopped my branches away ; and I tremble at " the wings of the north." As Homer exalts his heroes by comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of comparifons taken... | |
 | 1785 - 456 sider
...applies to himfelf; f« I, like an ancient oak in Morven, (t moulder alone in my place; the blaft hath (t lopped my branches away^ and I tremble at " the wings of the north." As Homer exalts his heroes by comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of comparifons taken... | |
 | Daniel Webb - 1787 - 276 sider
...rife from the wafte of the waves, when the blacknefs of the ftorm inwraps the rocks of Ardanndder. I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. Theblaft hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north. Prince of the warriors,... | |
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