The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Том 21805 |
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... mist before the winds of Atha ! " " Were he who fought with little men , near Atha's haughty chief : Atha's chief would yield green Erin to avoid his rage ! Speak not of the mighty , O Cairbar ! Turn thy sword on me . Our strength is ...
... mist before the winds of Atha ! " " Were he who fought with little men , near Atha's haughty chief : Atha's chief would yield green Erin to avoid his rage ! Speak not of the mighty , O Cairbar ! Turn thy sword on me . Our strength is ...
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... mist , Risen from a river , o'er a marish glides The brandished sword of God before them blazed Fierce as a comet , which , with torrid heat , And vapour , as the Lybian air adust . " The little soul , like the vapour that hovers round ...
... mist , Risen from a river , o'er a marish glides The brandished sword of God before them blazed Fierce as a comet , which , with torrid heat , And vapour , as the Lybian air adust . " The little soul , like the vapour that hovers round ...
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... mist . Trathal placed his sword in the cave , that the spirit of his son might rejoice . Colgar , son of Trathal , " said Fillan , " thou wert renowned in youth ! But the king hath not marked my sword , bright - srreaming on the field ...
... mist . Trathal placed his sword in the cave , that the spirit of his son might rejoice . Colgar , son of Trathal , " said Fillan , " thou wert renowned in youth ! But the king hath not marked my sword , bright - srreaming on the field ...
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... mist of the hill : No hunter descended from its folds . Silence darkened in the land . Blasts sighed lonely on grassy tombs . " Descending like the eagle of heaven , with all his rustling wings , when he forsakes the blast with joy ...
... mist of the hill : No hunter descended from its folds . Silence darkened in the land . Blasts sighed lonely on grassy tombs . " Descending like the eagle of heaven , with all his rustling wings , when he forsakes the blast with joy ...
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... mist , Lara of dark streams 22. The wi- " As from a stream , that bursting from the stormy desert , rolls the fields together , with all their echoing woods . ] Præci- pitesque trahit silvas . Eneid , ii . 307. POPE's Iliad , v . 116 ...
... mist , Lara of dark streams 22. The wi- " As from a stream , that bursting from the stormy desert , rolls the fields together , with all their echoing woods . ] Præci- pitesque trahit silvas . Eneid , ii . 307. POPE's Iliad , v . 116 ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.