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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Pagina vii
... rose in terror on the waves of the main . Darkly sat the grey- haired chief ; yet sorrow dwelt not in his soul . But when the warrior thought on the past , his proud heart heaved against his side : forth flew his sword from its place ...
... rose in terror on the waves of the main . Darkly sat the grey- haired chief ; yet sorrow dwelt not in his soul . But when the warrior thought on the past , his proud heart heaved against his side : forth flew his sword from its place ...
Pagina 4
... rose very early amongst them , and transmitted , with lustre , their great actions to posterity . It is to them that they owe that unrivalled fame they now enjoy , while the great actions of other nations are involved in fables , or ...
... rose very early amongst them , and transmitted , with lustre , their great actions to posterity . It is to them that they owe that unrivalled fame they now enjoy , while the great actions of other nations are involved in fables , or ...
Pagina 65
Ossian. three miles , as the stone rebounded and rolled away . " Oscar rose in wrath , and his father gravely desired him to spend his rage on his enemies , which he did to so good purpose , that he singly routed a whole wing of their ...
Ossian. three miles , as the stone rebounded and rolled away . " Oscar rose in wrath , and his father gravely desired him to spend his rage on his enemies , which he did to so good purpose , that he singly routed a whole wing of their ...
Pagina 128
... rose on the wave with songs ; and rushed with joy through the foam of the ocean . " - So much for the unity and general conduct of the Epic action in Fingal . With regard to that property of the subject which Aristotle requires , that ...
... rose on the wave with songs ; and rushed with joy through the foam of the ocean . " - So much for the unity and general conduct of the Epic action in Fingal . With regard to that property of the subject which Aristotle requires , that ...
Pagina 147
... rose upon the wind ; " are full of the most amazing and terrible majesty . I know no passage more sublime in the writings of any uninspired author . The fiction is calculated to aggrandise the hero ; which it does to a high degree ; nor ...
... rose upon the wind ; " are full of the most amazing and terrible majesty . I know no passage more sublime in the writings of any uninspired author . The fiction is calculated to aggrandise the hero ; which it does to a high degree ; nor ...
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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?