The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Svazek 11805 |
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Strana 3
... feast , by his bard Carril , the son of Kinfena . Swaran Carril relates to Cuthullin the story of refuses to come . Grudar and Brassolis . A party , by Connal's advice , is sent to observe the enemy ; which closes the action of.
... feast , by his bard Carril , the son of Kinfena . Swaran Carril relates to Cuthullin the story of refuses to come . Grudar and Brassolis . A party , by Connal's advice , is sent to observe the enemy ; which closes the action of.
Strana 19
... feast ! son of Ros- sa ! arm of death ! comest thou like a roe from Malmor ? like a hart from thy echoing hills * ? Hail thou son of Rossa ! what shades the soul of war ? " 66 Four stones , " replied the chief , " rise on the grave of ...
... feast ! son of Ros- sa ! arm of death ! comest thou like a roe from Malmor ? like a hart from thy echoing hills * ? Hail thou son of Rossa ! what shades the soul of war ? " 66 Four stones , " replied the chief , " rise on the grave of ...
Strana 42
... feasts after hunting , is handed down by tradition . A pit , lined with smooth stones , was made ; and near it stood a heap of smooth flat stones of the flint kind . The stones , as well as the pit , were properly heated with heath ...
... feasts after hunting , is handed down by tradition . A pit , lined with smooth stones , was made ; and near it stood a heap of smooth flat stones of the flint kind . The stones , as well as the pit , were properly heated with heath ...
Strana 43
... feast is smoking wide ! Cuthullin , chief of Erin's war , resumed his mighty soul . He stood upon his beamy spear , and spoke to the son of songs ; to Carril of other times , the grey - haired son of Kinfena . " Is this feast spread for ...
... feast is smoking wide ! Cuthullin , chief of Erin's war , resumed his mighty soul . He stood upon his beamy spear , and spoke to the son of songs ; to Carril of other times , the grey - haired son of Kinfena . " Is this feast spread for ...
Strana 44
Ossian Malcolm Laing. of his feasts ? Rise , Carril of other times ; carry my words to Swaran . Tell him from the roar- ing of waters , that Cuthullin gives his feast . Here let him listen to the sound of my groves , amidst the clouds of ...
Ossian Malcolm Laing. of his feasts ? Rise , Carril of other times ; carry my words to Swaran . Tell him from the roar- ing of waters , that Cuthullin gives his feast . Here let him listen to the sound of my groves , amidst the clouds of ...
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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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Strana 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...
Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 384 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.