The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Volume 11805 |
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... youth ; and it is impossi- ble , even at present , to make them compre- hend , that the identity of the poems is the only question in dispute , and that the Irish ballads , which they remember to have heard , are in fact the strongest ...
... youth ; and it is impossi- ble , even at present , to make them compre- hend , that the identity of the poems is the only question in dispute , and that the Irish ballads , which they remember to have heard , are in fact the strongest ...
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... - twinkling feet . 3 Cairbar , or Cairbre , signifies a strong man : Moran signifies many ; and Fithil , or rather Fili , an inferior bard . MAC- PIERSON . Arise , " says the youth , " " Cuthullin 8 BOOK 1 . FINGAL ,
... - twinkling feet . 3 Cairbar , or Cairbre , signifies a strong man : Moran signifies many ; and Fithil , or rather Fili , an inferior bard . MAC- PIERSON . Arise , " says the youth , " " Cuthullin 8 BOOK 1 . FINGAL ,
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Ossian Malcolm Laing. Arise , " says the youth , " " Cuthullin , arise , I see the ships of the north ! Many , chief of men , are the foe . Many the heroes of the sea- borne Swaran ! " " Moran , " replied the blue- eyed chief , " thou ...
Ossian Malcolm Laing. Arise , " says the youth , " " Cuthullin , arise , I see the ships of the north ! Many , chief of men , are the foe . Many the heroes of the sea- borne Swaran ! " " Moran , " replied the blue- eyed chief , " thou ...
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... youth with the breast of snow ? The first in the chace of hinds ? The foe of the strangers of ocean ? Thou art dark to me , Duchomar , cruel is thine arm to Morna ! Give me that sword , my foe ! I love the wandering blood of Cath- ba 33 ...
... youth with the breast of snow ? The first in the chace of hinds ? The foe of the strangers of ocean ? Thou art dark to me , Duchomar , cruel is thine arm to Morna ! Give me that sword , my foe ! I love the wandering blood of Cath- ba 33 ...
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... youth ! The sword is cold in my breast : Morna , I feel it cold . Give me to Moina , the maid 36. Duchomar was But the translator return , we know not how , nor with what . had prepared an incident , still more ridiculous , which he was ...
... youth ! The sword is cold in my breast : Morna , I feel it cold . Give me to Moina , the maid 36. Duchomar was But the translator return , we know not how , nor with what . had prepared an incident , still more ridiculous , which he was ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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!
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Page 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.
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
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