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 21
... 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 ; I have made my bed in the ...
... 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 ; I have made my bed in the ...
Strana 22
... thee as my soul ! I have slain one stately deer for thee . High was his branchy head ; and fleet his feet of wind . " " Duchomar ! " calm 3o But thou art snow on the heath , thy hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on the hill ...
... thee as my soul ! I have slain one stately deer for thee . High was his branchy head ; and fleet his feet of wind . " " Duchomar ! " calm 3o But thou art snow on the heath , thy hair is the mist of Cromla ; when it curls on the hill ...
Strana 24
... thee ? 34 She pierced his manly breast . ] Id . The fatal spear that pierced his breast , His comely breast , on the braes of Yarrow . 35 Fell like the bank of a mountain stream . ] Dissultant ri- pæ . Supra , n . " . She demands the ...
... thee ? 34 She pierced his manly breast . ] Id . The fatal spear that pierced his breast , His comely breast , on the braes of Yarrow . 35 Fell like the bank of a mountain stream . ] Dissultant ri- pæ . Supra , n . " . She demands the ...
Strana 49
... thee for my sails . Retire , for it is night , my love 76 ; the dark " His words like showers of winter snow ; " ( MACPHERSON'S HO- mer , v . i . p . 84. ) altered to the calm shower of spring , from a text repeatedly imitated in the ...
... thee for my sails . Retire , for it is night , my love 76 ; the dark " His words like showers of winter snow ; " ( MACPHERSON'S HO- mer , v . i . p . 84. ) altered to the calm shower of spring , from a text repeatedly imitated in the ...
Strana 61
... thee in the storm ? In the noise of the mountain - stream ? When the feeble sons of the wind come forth , and , scarcely seen , pass over the desert ? " The soft - voiced Connal rose , in the midst of his sounding arms . He struck his ...
... thee in the storm ? In the noise of the mountain - stream ? When the feeble sons of the wind come forth , and , scarcely seen , pass over the desert ? " The soft - voiced Connal rose , in the midst of his sounding arms . He struck his ...
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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.