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 10
... hill ! Many , chief of heroes ! I said , many are our hands of war . Well art thou named , the Mighty Man : but many ... hills , to be the mast Of some great ammiral . His ponderous shield Hung on his shoulders , like the moon , whose ...
... hill ! Many , chief of heroes ! I said , many are our hands of war . Well art thou named , the Mighty Man : but many ... hills , to be the mast Of some great ammiral . His ponderous shield Hung on his shoulders , like the moon , whose ...
Strana 12
... hill , And soon were at his side . The hills , the rocks reply ; The sound spreads along the wood . ] Hardyknute . 1 That trees in green wood shuke thereat , Sa loud rang ilka hill . En . viii . 514. Qua protinus omne Contremuit nemus ...
... hill , And soon were at his side . The hills , the rocks reply ; The sound spreads along the wood . ] Hardyknute . 1 That trees in green wood shuke thereat , Sa loud rang ilka hill . En . viii . 514. Qua protinus omne Contremuit nemus ...
Strana 14
... hills --- when broken and dark , it settles high . ] POPE's Iliad , v . 645 . The low - hung vapours , motionless and still , Rest on the summits of the shaded hill , Till the mass scatters , as the winds arise , Dispersed and broken ...
... hills --- when broken and dark , it settles high . ] POPE's Iliad , v . 645 . The low - hung vapours , motionless and still , Rest on the summits of the shaded hill , Till the mass scatters , as the winds arise , Dispersed and broken ...
Strana 16
... hill ! " 66 " Fly , thou man of peace , " said Calmar " , " fly , " said the son of Matha ; go , Connal , to thy silent hills , where the spear never brightens 18 His masts are many on our coast like reeds .--- His ships are forests ...
... hill ! " 66 " Fly , thou man of peace , " said Calmar " , " fly , " said the son of Matha ; go , Connal , to thy silent hills , where the spear never brightens 18 His masts are many on our coast like reeds .--- His ships are forests ...
Strana 19
... hills * ? Hail thou son of Rossa ! what shades the soul of war ? " 66 Four stones , " replied the chief , " rise on ... hills . ] " Behold he cometh , leaping upon the mountains , skipping upon the hills . My beloved is like a roe , or a ...
... hills * ? Hail thou son of Rossa ! what shades the soul of war ? " 66 Four stones , " replied the chief , " rise on ... hills . ] " Behold he cometh , leaping upon the mountains , skipping upon the hills . My beloved is like a roe , or a ...
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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.