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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... hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on the hill ; when it shines to the beam of " If I wait , the grave is mine house ; I have made my bed in the darkness . " " For I know that thou wilt bring me to death , and to the house ...
... hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on the hill ; when it shines to the beam of " If I wait , the grave is mine house ; I have made my bed in the darkness . " " For I know that thou wilt bring me to death , and to the house ...
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... hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on the hill ; when it shines to the beam of the west . ] In the Fragments , " like a thin cloud of gold , on the top of Cromleach . ” “ Behold thou art fair , my love , behold thou art fair ...
... hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on the hill ; when it shines to the beam of the west . ] In the Fragments , " like a thin cloud of gold , on the top of Cromleach . ” “ Behold thou art fair , my love , behold thou art fair ...
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... hair flies from his head like a flame , as bending forward , he wields the spear . Fly , king of ocean , fly ! He comes , like a storm , along the streamy vale ! " " When " When did I fly , ” replied the king ? fled Swaran from the ...
... hair flies from his head like a flame , as bending forward , he wields the spear . Fly , king of ocean , fly ! He comes , like a storm , along the streamy vale ! " " When " When did I fly , ” replied the king ? fled Swaran from the ...
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... the rocks of roaring winds . head over the waves ! " " The sea is roaring , white foam shall deceive thee for my sails . " VOL . I. D Bend thy fair distant far ; its winds sing in thy hair . my feasts ; think BOOK I. 49 AN EPIC POEM .
... the rocks of roaring winds . head over the waves ! " " The sea is roaring , white foam shall deceive thee for my sails . " VOL . I. D Bend thy fair distant far ; its winds sing in thy hair . my feasts ; think BOOK I. 49 AN EPIC POEM .
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... hair , is the white - bosomed daughter of Sorglan . " Connal , slow to speak , replied , " Guard a- gainst the race of Ocean . Send thy troop of night abroad , and watch the strength of Swaran . On Norway's coast the widowed dame May ...
... hair , is the white - bosomed daughter of Sorglan . " Connal , slow to speak , replied , " Guard a- gainst the race of Ocean . Send thy troop of night abroad , and watch the strength of Swaran . On Norway's coast the widowed dame May ...
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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.