The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Volum 21805 |
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Side 8
... father of Ossian boasted of two chests more of an- cient poetry , which he reserved or suppressed . But it seems that the parallel passages in the first collection had excited suspicion , and Webb , the painter , in a pamphlet entitled ...
... father of Ossian boasted of two chests more of an- cient poetry , which he reserved or suppressed . But it seems that the parallel passages in the first collection had excited suspicion , and Webb , the painter , in a pamphlet entitled ...
Side 30
... father mourned his son slain in youth no brother his brother of love . They fell , without tears ' 2 ; for the chief of the people is low ! Bran is howling at his feet : gloomy Luäth is sad , for he had often led them to the chace ; to ...
... father mourned his son slain in youth no brother his brother of love . They fell , without tears ' 2 ; for the chief of the people is low ! Bran is howling at his feet : gloomy Luäth is sad , for he had often led them to the chace ; to ...
Side 36
... " is a beautiful addition ; " but the cloud that shall hide it is near , " is perhaps a conceit , 29 Arth , or Artho , the father of Cormac , king of Ireland . MACPHERSON . of youth are red 30. I mourned over the beam 36 BOOK I. TEMORA :
... " is a beautiful addition ; " but the cloud that shall hide it is near , " is perhaps a conceit , 29 Arth , or Artho , the father of Cormac , king of Ireland . MACPHERSON . of youth are red 30. I mourned over the beam 36 BOOK I. TEMORA :
Side 37
... father ? Heavy is the sword of the king ; surely his arm was strong .. O that I were like him in battle , when the ... father's bow . POPE's Odyssey , xxi . 129 . Then , with a manly pace , he took his stand , And grasped the bow , and ...
... father ? Heavy is the sword of the king ; surely his arm was strong .. O that I were like him in battle , when the ... father's bow . POPE's Odyssey , xxi . 129 . Then , with a manly pace , he took his stand , And grasped the bow , and ...
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... fathers . His fair hair is in the dust . His blood is smoking round . Art thou fallen in thy halls ! " said Carrit . " O son of noble Artho . The shield of Cuthul- lin was not near . Nor the spear of thy father . Mournful are the ...
... fathers . His fair hair is in the dust . His blood is smoking round . Art thou fallen in thy halls ! " said Carrit . " O son of noble Artho . The shield of Cuthul- lin was not near . Nor the spear of thy father . Mournful are the ...
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aislin Alpin arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends beneath blast blood bosom breast brow Cairbar Cathmor cave chief Clatho Clono cloud Cormac Dargo dark daughter death Dermid descend Earse echoing EPIC POEM Erin eyes fair fall fame father feast fell field Fillan Fingal Firbolg fire flies Foldath Gaul ghosts gleaming grey hall harp head hear heard heath heaven hero hill hunter Iliad king Lego light locks Loda look Lumon MACPHERSON maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena moon Morven mountains mournful night o'er Oscar Ossian plain poem POPE's race rise roar rock roes rolled rose round rush sable Selma shield side sighs silent Somerled song soul sound spear sruth starry plough steel stood storm stream strife Sul-malla sword tears Temora thee thou Thuit tomb tree trembling Trenmor Ullin vale voice warrior waves winds wing young youth
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Side 433 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Side 433 - SING unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord, all the earth. Sing unto the Lord, bless his name ; shew forth his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the heathen, his wonders among all people. For the Lord is great, and greatly to be praised : he is to be feared above all gods.
Side 246 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 314 - 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.
Side 198 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Side 132 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Side 71 - Of gathering vapour, from the baffled sense Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : Vanish the woods ; the dim-seen river seems Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.
Side 413 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Side 93 - 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 past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Side 242 - Through the thick gloom of some tempestuous night Orion's dog (the year when autumn weighs) And o'er the feebler stars exerts his rays; Terrific glory ! for his burning breath Taints the red air with fevers, plagues, and death . So flam'd his fiery mail.