The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Volum 11805 |
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Pàgina 9
... blast- These etymologies are all fictitious . " For the pronouncing of which celestial judgements , the most famous were Forchern , Neid , Conla , Eogan , Modan , Moran , king Cormac , his chief justice Fithill , " & c . " King Cormac's ...
... blast- These etymologies are all fictitious . " For the pronouncing of which celestial judgements , the most famous were Forchern , Neid , Conla , Eogan , Modan , Moran , king Cormac , his chief justice Fithill , " & c . " King Cormac's ...
Pàgina 32
... blast of winter , on the sides of the snow - headed Gormal . 47 The wildness of deer is in their course , the strength of eagles descending on their prey . ] Saul and Jonathan were swifter than eagles , they were stronger than lions . 2 ...
... blast of winter , on the sides of the snow - headed Gormal . 47 The wildness of deer is in their course , the strength of eagles descending on their prey . ] Saul and Jonathan were swifter than eagles , they were stronger than lions . 2 ...
Pàgina 39
... blast has passed the heath , laden with the spirits of night 59 ! Weep on the rocks of roaring winds , O maid of Inistore ! Bend thy fair head over the waves , thou lovelier than the ghost of the hills ; when it moves , in a sun - beam ...
... blast has passed the heath , laden with the spirits of night 59 ! Weep on the rocks of roaring winds , O maid of Inistore ! Bend thy fair head over the waves , thou lovelier than the ghost of the hills ; when it moves , in a sun - beam ...
Pàgina 60
... blast of Cromla . I move like the shadow of mist ! Connal , son of 5 Faintly he raised his feeble voice . ] XETO TETPITYIA .--- Iliad , xxiii . 10 . And hears a feeble lamentable cry . РОРЕ . " Like the gale of the reedy Lego ...
... blast of Cromla . I move like the shadow of mist ! Connal , son of 5 Faintly he raised his feeble voice . ] XETO TETPITYIA .--- Iliad , xxiii . 10 . And hears a feeble lamentable cry . РОРЕ . " Like the gale of the reedy Lego ...
Pàgina 61
... blast . " Stay , " said the mighty Connal , " stay , my dark - red friend . Lay by that beam of heaven , son of the ... blast . " The Hunter ; Thus said , he fades before the hunter's sight , And nought is heard but the shrill whistling ...
... blast . " Stay , " said the mighty Connal , " stay , my dark - red friend . Lay by that beam of heaven , son of the ... blast . " The Hunter ; Thus said , he fades before the hunter's sight , And nought is heard but the shrill whistling ...
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Æneid arms art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon cave chace chief clouds Comala Cona Connal Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula Dargo dark daugh daughter death distant dost thou Earse echoing edit Erin eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell Fillan Fingal flame friends Gaul ghost grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heaven heroes Highlander hill imitation Irish ballad king of Morven king of swords Lathmon lift light Lochlin maid meteor midst mighty mist moon Morna Morni morning mountain mournful Nathos night o'er Oscar Ossian pale poem POPE's Iliad renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Ryno sails Selma shield side sigh silent song Song of Solomon sons soul sound spear storm stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Torman trembling Ullin Uthal vale voice waves wind youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 382 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me! I fondly dream — Had ye been there...
Pàgina 344 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course!
Pàgina 10 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
Pàgina 106 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel, by divine command, With rising tempests shakes a guilty land (Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Pàgina 305 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest uniil water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Pàgina 462 - Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice; no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake?
Pàgina 195 - He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.
Pàgina 237 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Pàgina 398 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand : and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Pàgina 384 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.