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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Pagina 4
... midst of things . That the rule itself is neither universal nor obviously natural , appears from the opposite conduct , not only of the Cyclic poets , and of every rhyming chronicler in the dark ages , but of Apollonius Rhodius , who ...
... midst of things . That the rule itself is neither universal nor obviously natural , appears from the opposite conduct , not only of the Cyclic poets , and of every rhyming chronicler in the dark ages , but of Apollonius Rhodius , who ...
Pagina 18
... midst of thousands ; my soul shall lighten through the gloom of the fight ! " " To me , " Cuthullin replies , " pleasant is the noise of arms ! pleasant as the thunder of hea- ven , before the shower of spring ! But gather all the ...
... midst of thousands ; my soul shall lighten through the gloom of the fight ! " " To me , " Cuthullin replies , " pleasant is the noise of arms ! pleasant as the thunder of hea- ven , before the shower of spring ! But gather all the ...
Pagina 31
... midst thereof being paved with love , for the daughters of Jerusalem .--- Song of Solomon , iii . 9 . Where there is no imitation , there is no compound resem- blance of thought and style . There is no resemblance , for in- stance ...
... midst thereof being paved with love , for the daughters of Jerusalem .--- Song of Solomon , iii . 9 . Where there is no imitation , there is no compound resem- blance of thought and style . There is no resemblance , for in- stance ...
Pagina 36
... midst of the battle . " Mourn , ye sons of the song ; mourn the death of the noble Sithallin . Let the sighs of Fiona rise , on the lone plains of her lovely Ardan . ” Wae to the knight he ettled at , Lament now queen Elgreid ! High ...
... midst of the battle . " Mourn , ye sons of the song ; mourn the death of the noble Sithallin . Let the sighs of Fiona rise , on the lone plains of her lovely Ardan . ” Wae to the knight he ettled at , Lament now queen Elgreid ! High ...
Pagina 37
Ossian Malcolm Laing. of the mighty Swaran 53 ; when , in the midst of thousands , he roared ; like the shrill spirit of a storm 54. He sits dim , on the clouds of the north , and enjoys the death of the mariner . Nor slept thy hand by ...
Ossian Malcolm Laing. of the mighty Swaran 53 ; when , in the midst of thousands , he roared ; like the shrill spirit of a storm 54. He sits dim , on the clouds of the north , and enjoys the death of the mariner . Nor slept thy hand by ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 384 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.