The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Volym 11805 |
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... chief of the clan of the Macphersons , who deduce their origin from the ancient Catti of Germany . 66 Having received the rudiments of education at home , he was sent to the grammar - school of Inverness ; where his genius became so ...
... chief of the clan of the Macphersons , who deduce their origin from the ancient Catti of Germany . 66 Having received the rudiments of education at home , he was sent to the grammar - school of Inverness ; where his genius became so ...
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Ossian Malcolm Laing. is one of the chief beauties of composition , to be well understood , I shall here give the story of the poem , to prevent that obscurity which the introduction of cha- racters utterly unknown might occasion . ( The ...
Ossian Malcolm Laing. is one of the chief beauties of composition , to be well understood , I shall here give the story of the poem , to prevent that obscurity which the introduction of cha- racters utterly unknown might occasion . ( The ...
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... chief improvements , on this edition , is the care taken , in arranging the poems in the order of time ; so as to form a kind of regular history of the age to which they relate . The writer has now resigned them for ever to their fate ...
... chief improvements , on this edition , is the care taken , in arranging the poems in the order of time ; so as to form a kind of regular history of the age to which they relate . The writer has now resigned them for ever to their fate ...
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... chiefs having gone on a hunting party to Cromla , a neighbouring hill ) , is informed of the landing of Swaran , king of Lochlin , by Moran , the son of Fithil , one of his scouts . He convenes the chiefs ; a council is held , and ...
... chiefs having gone on a hunting party to Cromla , a neighbouring hill ) , is informed of the landing of Swaran , king of Lochlin , by Moran , the son of Fithil , one of his scouts . He convenes the chiefs ; a council is held , and ...
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... chief excellence of which is , not that it is natural or obvious , and therefore universal , but that it is the best , and most artificial arrangement which it is possible to conceive . The arrangement most natural and obvious , perhaps ...
... chief excellence of which is , not that it is natural or obvious , and therefore universal , but that it is the best , and most artificial arrangement which it is possible to conceive . The arrangement most natural and obvious , perhaps ...
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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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Sida 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...
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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?
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 384 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.