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 16
... blood of thousands . But though my hand is bent on fight , my heart is for the peace of Erin . Behold , thou first in Cormac's war , the sable fleet of Swaran . His masts are many on our coast , like reeds in the lake of Lego . His ...
... blood of thousands . But though my hand is bent on fight , my heart is for the peace of Erin . Behold , thou first in Cormac's war , the sable fleet of Swaran . His masts are many on our coast , like reeds in the lake of Lego . His ...
Pàgina 23
... blood of Cathba . Long shall Morna wait . He fell by the stream of Branno 3 ! On Cromla I will raise his tomb , daughter of blue - shielded Cor- mac ! Turn on Duchomar thine eyes ; his arm is strong as a storm 3. " " Is the son of ...
... blood of Cathba . Long shall Morna wait . He fell by the stream of Branno 3 ! On Cromla I will raise his tomb , daughter of blue - shielded Cor- mac ! Turn on Duchomar thine eyes ; his arm is strong as a storm 3. " " Is the son of ...
Pàgina 24
... blood of Cath- ba . ] And , in the first edition , Long shall Morna wait , Du- chomar said , his blood is on my sword . " Supra , n . 31 . My lover's blood is on my spear , How canst thou ever bid me love thee ? 34 She pierced his manly ...
... blood of Cath- ba . ] And , in the first edition , Long shall Morna wait , Du- chomar said , his blood is on my sword . " Supra , n . 31 . My lover's blood is on my spear , How canst thou ever bid me love thee ? 34 She pierced his manly ...
Pàgina 25
... blood might not be mingled with hers . " Frag . Sic tibi , quum fluctus subter labera Sicanos , Doris amara suam non intermisceat undam . 36 Morna --- give me to Moina the maid . ] The signification of the names , in this Fragment , are ...
... blood might not be mingled with hers . " Frag . Sic tibi , quum fluctus subter labera Sicanos , Doris amara suam non intermisceat undam . 36 Morna --- give me to Moina the maid . ] The signification of the names , in this Fragment , are ...
Pàgina 26
... blood sounds from her side : her white arm is stained with red . Rol- ling in death she lay . The cave re - echoed to her sighs . " " Peace , " said Cuthullin , " to the souls of the heroes ! their deeds were great in fight . Let them ...
... blood sounds from her side : her white arm is stained with red . Rol- ling in death she lay . The cave re - echoed to her sighs . " " Peace , " said Cuthullin , " to the souls of the heroes ! their deeds were great in fight . Let them ...
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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.