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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... oaks ! But where are my friends in battle ? The supporters of my arm in danger ? Where art thou , white - bosom'd Cathbar ? Where is that cloud in war 24 Duchomar ? Hast thou left me , O Fergus ! in the day of the storm ? Fergus , first ...
... oaks ! But where are my friends in battle ? The supporters of my arm in danger ? Where art thou , white - bosom'd Cathbar ? Where is that cloud in war 24 Duchomar ? Hast thou left me , O Fergus ! in the day of the storm ? Fergus , first ...
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... oak of the noisy streams . Duchomar came to Tura's cave ; he spoke to the lovely Morna . Morna , fairest a- mong women 29 , lovely daughter of strong - arm- ed Cormac ! Why in the circle of stones ? in the cave of the rock alone ? The ...
... oak of the noisy streams . Duchomar came to Tura's cave ; he spoke to the lovely Morna . Morna , fairest a- mong women 29 , lovely daughter of strong - arm- ed Cormac ! Why in the circle of stones ? in the cave of the rock alone ? The ...
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... oaks , Bowed their stiff necks , loaden with stormy blasts , Or torn up sheer , & c . See also the Highlander , iii . 1. from POPE's Iliad , xvi . 923 . 60 The spirit of the hills , when it moves in a sun - beam at noon , over the ...
... oaks , Bowed their stiff necks , loaden with stormy blasts , Or torn up sheer , & c . See also the Highlander , iii . 1. from POPE's Iliad , xvi . 923 . 60 The spirit of the hills , when it moves in a sun - beam at noon , over the ...
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... oaks with all their branches round them ; when their withered leaves are rustling to the wind . ] MILTON , Par . Lost . i . 611 . Yet faithful how they stood , Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks ...
... oaks with all their branches round them ; when their withered leaves are rustling to the wind . ] MILTON , Par . Lost . i . 611 . Yet faithful how they stood , Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks ...
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... oaks ! A blast from the troubled ocean , removed the settled mist . The sons of Erin appear , like a ridge of rocks on the coast ; when mariners 14 Tall as the stag of Morven , moved stately before them , the king . ] In the first ...
... oaks ! A blast from the troubled ocean , removed the settled mist . The sons of Erin appear , like a ridge of rocks on the coast ; when mariners 14 Tall as the stag of Morven , moved stately before them , the king . ] In the first ...
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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.