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 xxi
... passed unnoticed , he " then published as ancient , some fragments " of his own , which were so much applaud- " ed , that henceforth he resolved to give the " world enough of such ancient poetry . " to me . 29 14 Campsie , May 18. 1805 ...
... passed unnoticed , he " then published as ancient , some fragments " of his own , which were so much applaud- " ed , that henceforth he resolved to give the " world enough of such ancient poetry . " to me . 29 14 Campsie , May 18. 1805 ...
Pàgina 7
... passing over into Ireland , lived for some time with Connal , grandson , by a daughter , to Congal , the petty king of Ulster . His wisdom and valour in a short time gained him such reputation , that , in the minority of Cormac , the ...
... passing over into Ireland , lived for some time with Connal , grandson , by a daughter , to Congal , the petty king of Ulster . His wisdom and valour in a short time gained him such reputation , that , in the minority of Cormac , the ...
Pàgina 32
... passed away , as the eagle that hasteth to her prey . Joв , ix . 26. HAB . i . 8 . The original of Cuthullin's chariot is an Irish ballad , in the dialogue form , on the appearance of a number of chariots and horsemen on the plain . It ...
... passed away , as the eagle that hasteth to her prey . Joв , ix . 26. HAB . i . 8 . The original of Cuthullin's chariot is an Irish ballad , in the dialogue form , on the appearance of a number of chariots and horsemen on the plain . It ...
Pàgina 39
... 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 , at noon ...
... 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 , at noon ...
Pàgina 40
... passing ghost . His bow Here frequent at the visionary hour , When musing midnight reigns , or silent noon , Angelic harps are in full concert heard , And voices chanting from the wood crowned hill . From Paradise Lost , iv . 608 ...
... passing ghost . His bow Here frequent at the visionary hour , When musing midnight reigns , or silent noon , Angelic harps are in full concert heard , And voices chanting from the wood crowned hill . From Paradise Lost , iv . 608 ...
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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.