The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the æra and poems of Ossian, Volume 11807 |
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... boards . REMAINS of the late ALEXANDER KNOX , Esq . of Dublin , M.R.I.A. , containing Letters and Essays on the Doctrines and Philosophy of Christianity , and the distinctive Character of the Church of England ; with Portrait , from a ...
... boards . REMAINS of the late ALEXANDER KNOX , Esq . of Dublin , M.R.I.A. , containing Letters and Essays on the Doctrines and Philosophy of Christianity , and the distinctive Character of the Church of England ; with Portrait , from a ...
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... boards . " There are some striking views on the Divine Omnipotence in a recent volume of Essays and Sermons , by the Rev. Henry Woodward of Ireland ; a work replete with originality , and rich in the germs of high thought . From Dr ...
... boards . " There are some striking views on the Divine Omnipotence in a recent volume of Essays and Sermons , by the Rev. Henry Woodward of Ireland ; a work replete with originality , and rich in the germs of high thought . From Dr ...
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... boards . " No work which has recently fallen into our hands more amply fulfils the promise of its title than that now before us . " - Quarterly Theolog . Review . By the same Author , SACRED LITERATURE ; comprising a Review of the ...
... boards . " No work which has recently fallen into our hands more amply fulfils the promise of its title than that now before us . " - Quarterly Theolog . Review . By the same Author , SACRED LITERATURE ; comprising a Review of the ...
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... boards . SIX SERMONS on the STUDY of the HOLY SCRIP- TURES , their Nature , Interpretation , and some of their most important Doctrines , preached before the University of Cambridge . To which are annexed Two Dissertations ; the first ...
... boards . SIX SERMONS on the STUDY of the HOLY SCRIP- TURES , their Nature , Interpretation , and some of their most important Doctrines , preached before the University of Cambridge . To which are annexed Two Dissertations ; the first ...
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... boards . " His matter is unquestionably selected with judgment , and luminously arranged ; his language is clear and ... boards . A NEW TRANSLATION and EXPOSITION of the very Ancient BOOK OF JOB ; with Notes , explanatory and ...
... boards . " His matter is unquestionably selected with judgment , and luminously arranged ; his language is clear and ... boards . A NEW TRANSLATION and EXPOSITION of the very Ancient BOOK OF JOB ; with Notes , explanatory and ...
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Pagina 312 - 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.
Pagina 425 - It is night ; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain ; forlorn on the hill of winds ! "Rise, moon ! from behind thy clouds.
Pagina 280 - He lifted high his shadowy spear! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword; the blade of dark-brown Luno.* The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
Pagina 140 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Pagina 206 - 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...
Pagina 423 - OTAR of descending night! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
Pagina 295 - Two stones half sunk in the ground, shew their heads of moss. The deer of the mountain avoids the place, for he beholds a dim ghost standing there.
Pagina 201 - The land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Pagina 426 - O my brother! my brother! why hast thou slain my Salgar? why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love!
Pagina 163 - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. Why dost thou awake me, O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?