The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Том 11805 |
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... lost epic was proposed 10 10 Blair writes thus to Lord Hailes ; " I intended to have waited on you this day , ( but was hindered by some accident ) that we might have had some conversation about any scheme that can be fallen upon , for ...
... lost epic was proposed 10 10 Blair writes thus to Lord Hailes ; " I intended to have waited on you this day , ( but was hindered by some accident ) that we might have had some conversation about any scheme that can be fallen upon , for ...
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... lost no time in making due enquiries about the authentici- ty of Fingal's poem . I confined my intelligence at first to Strathspey , hoping to find there such information as would satisfy you on the subject ; but , being disap- pointed ...
... lost no time in making due enquiries about the authentici- ty of Fingal's poem . I confined my intelligence at first to Strathspey , hoping to find there such information as would satisfy you on the subject ; but , being disap- pointed ...
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... lost , or from whose oral recitation he had transcribed them , this gentlemen , the kinsman , friend , and amanuensis of Macpherson , and a brother 25 Appendix to Mr Mackenzie's Report , p . 8 . poet , had furnished Mr Gallie with ...
... lost , or from whose oral recitation he had transcribed them , this gentlemen , the kinsman , friend , and amanuensis of Macpherson , and a brother 25 Appendix to Mr Mackenzie's Report , p . 8 . poet , had furnished Mr Gallie with ...
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... lost ; those two addresses to the sun excepted , which Morison got among Mac- pherson's papers . He has also been made to produce the Bed of Gaul , almost verbatim as printed in Smith's Seandana ; a well known fabrication , which ...
... lost ; those two addresses to the sun excepted , which Morison got among Mac- pherson's papers . He has also been made to produce the Bed of Gaul , almost verbatim as printed in Smith's Seandana ; a well known fabrication , which ...
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... lost by accident , nor destroyed by design ; and if Macpherson of Strath- mashie , whose nephew is still alive , had preserved any copies , as he has solemu- ly asserted , let them be produced and com- pared with the manuscripts from ...
... lost by accident , nor destroyed by design ; and if Macpherson of Strath- mashie , whose nephew is still alive , had preserved any copies , as he has solemu- ly asserted , let them be produced and com- pared with the manuscripts from ...
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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
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 384 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.