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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... wind . Many are his chiefs in battle . Connal is for peace ! Fingal would shun his arm , the first of mortal men ! Fingal , who scatters the mighty , as stormy winds the heath ; when streams roar through echoing Cona ; and night settles ...
... wind . Many are his chiefs in battle . Connal is for peace ! Fingal would shun his arm , the first of mortal men ! Fingal , who scatters the mighty , as stormy winds the heath ; when streams roar through echoing Cona ; and night settles ...
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... wind . The lake is troubled before thee ; dark are the clouds of the sky ! But thou art snow on the heath ; thy 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 ...
... wind . The lake is troubled before thee ; dark are the clouds of the sky ! But thou art snow on the heath ; thy 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 ...
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... winds 67 rush over the foam of his seas . Here let him praise the trembling harp , and hear the songs of heroes ! " Old Carril went , with softest voice . He cal ... wind , shall light me to the death of Cuthullin . Plea- 44 BOOK I. FINGAL ,
... winds 67 rush over the foam of his seas . Here let him praise the trembling harp , and hear the songs of heroes ! " Old Carril went , with softest voice . He cal ... wind , shall light me to the death of Cuthullin . Plea- 44 BOOK I. FINGAL ,
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... wind ! It rushes over my seas ! It speaks aloft in all my shrouds and brings my green forests to my mind : The green forests of Gormal , which often echoed to my winds , when my spear was red in the chace of the boar . Let dark ...
... wind ! It rushes over my seas ! It speaks aloft in all my shrouds and brings my green forests to my mind : The green forests of Gormal , which often echoed to my winds , when my spear was red in the chace of the boar . Let dark ...
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... wind . The ghosts of the lately dead were near , and swam on the gloomy clouds : and far distant , in the dark silence of Lena , the feeble voices of death were faintly heard . 77 The race of Selma . ] " The race of the desart , " in ...
... wind . The ghosts of the lately dead were near , and swam on the gloomy clouds : and far distant , in the dark silence of Lena , the feeble voices of death were faintly heard . 77 The race of Selma . ] " The race of the desart , " in ...
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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.