The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Volume 11805 |
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... fall to earth from my hand . Who can meet Swaran in fight ? Who but Fin- So Zembla's rocks , the beauteous work of frost , Rise white in air , and glitter o'er the coast . 6 His spear is a blasted pine . His shield the rising moon.J ...
... fall to earth from my hand . Who can meet Swaran in fight ? Who but Fin- So Zembla's rocks , the beauteous work of frost , Rise white in air , and glitter o'er the coast . 6 His spear is a blasted pine . His shield the rising moon.J ...
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... fall like the circles of light , which gild the face of night . As the noise of the troubled ocean , when roll the waves on high . As the last peal of thunder in heaven 5 ° , such is the din of war ! Though Cormac's hundred bards were ...
... fall like the circles of light , which gild the face of night . As the noise of the troubled ocean , when roll the waves on high . As the last peal of thunder in heaven 5 ° , such is the din of war ! Though Cormac's hundred bards were ...
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... fall , and all the hills are burning around . Dusronnel snorted over the bodies of heroes . Nor slept the winds Within their stony caves . 56 The Isle of Sky ; not improperly called the isle of mist , as its high hills , which catch the ...
... fall , and all the hills are burning around . Dusronnel snorted over the bodies of heroes . Nor slept the winds Within their stony caves . 56 The Isle of Sky ; not improperly called the isle of mist , as its high hills , which catch the ...
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... fall . Remove from the field of ghosts . " Like the darkened moon he retired 8 , in the midst of the whistling blast . " Stay , " said the mighty Connal , " stay , my dark - red friend . Lay by that beam of heaven , son of the windy ...
... fall . Remove from the field of ghosts . " Like the darkened moon he retired 8 , in the midst of the whistling blast . " Stay , " said the mighty Connal , " stay , my dark - red friend . Lay by that beam of heaven , son of the windy ...
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... fall ? " " Ghosts fly on clouds , and ride on winds , " said Connal's voice of wisdom . " They rest together in their caves , and talk of mortal men . ” " Then let them talk of mortal men ; of every man but Erin's chief . Let me be ...
... fall ? " " Ghosts fly on clouds , and ride on winds , " said Connal's voice of wisdom . " They rest together in their caves , and talk of mortal men . ” " Then let them talk of mortal men ; of every man but Erin's chief . Let me be ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 384 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.