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 17
... field , scatter thou the sons of Loch- lin * ° ; roar through the ranks of their pride . Let no vessel of the kingdom of Snow , bound on the dark - rolling waves of Inistore " . Rise , ye dark winds of Erin , rise ! roar , whirlwinds of ...
... field , scatter thou the sons of Loch- lin * ° ; roar through the ranks of their pride . Let no vessel of the kingdom of Snow , bound on the dark - rolling waves of Inistore " . Rise , ye dark winds of Erin , rise ! roar , whirlwinds of ...
Strana 35
... fields are dyed , While slaughtered heroes swell the dreadful tide . As torrents roll , & c . The difference between the two passages is this , that , in Os- sian , the simile of the two torrents precedes , and in Homer , it succeeds ...
... fields are dyed , While slaughtered heroes swell the dreadful tide . As torrents roll , & c . The difference between the two passages is this , that , in Os- sian , the simile of the two torrents precedes , and in Homer , it succeeds ...
Strana 41
... field echoes from wing to wing , as a hundred hammers that rise , by turns , on the red son of the furnace 64 ... Who are these on 62 As roll a thousand waves to the rocks -- as meets a rock a thousand waves . ] So in the Highlander ...
... field echoes from wing to wing , as a hundred hammers that rise , by turns , on the red son of the furnace 64 ... Who are these on 62 As roll a thousand waves to the rocks -- as meets a rock a thousand waves . ] So in the Highlander ...
Strana 46
... river that runs through Glenco in Argyleshire . MACPHERSON . 7 ° Golb - bhean , as well as Cromleach , signifies a crooked hill . MACPHERSON . See note 21 . soul ! She mourned him in the field of blood 46 BOOK I. FINGAL ,
... river that runs through Glenco in Argyleshire . MACPHERSON . 7 ° Golb - bhean , as well as Cromleach , signifies a crooked hill . MACPHERSON . See note 21 . soul ! She mourned him in the field of blood 46 BOOK I. FINGAL ,
Strana 47
... field was called the field of blood unto this day . " MAT . xxvii . 8. Acтs , i . 19 . 72 Her white bosom is seen from her robe , as the moon from the clouds of night . ] The remainder of the simile , not inserted in the first editions ...
... field was called the field of blood unto this day . " MAT . xxvii . 8. Acтs , i . 19 . 72 Her white bosom is seen from her robe , as the moon from the clouds of night . ] The remainder of the simile , not inserted in the first editions ...
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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.