The Poems of Ossian: &c, Том 2J. Ballantyne, 1805 |
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... . ] DRYDEN's Ode on St Cecilia's Day . VOL . II . Hark , hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head , As awaked from the dead , And amazed , he stares around . C • They have set like stars that have shone . BOOK I. 33 AN EPIC POEM .
... . ] DRYDEN's Ode on St Cecilia's Day . VOL . II . Hark , hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head , As awaked from the dead , And amazed , he stares around . C • They have set like stars that have shone . BOOK I. 33 AN EPIC POEM .
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... dead could not be happy till their elegies were sung by a bard . Morning comes . Cathmor and Ossian part ; and the latter , casually meeting with Carril , the son of Kinfena , sends that bard , with a funeral song , to the tomb of ...
... dead could not be happy till their elegies were sung by a bard . Morning comes . Cathmor and Ossian part ; and the latter , casually meeting with Carril , the son of Kinfena , sends that bard , with a funeral song , to the tomb of ...
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... dead . the name of Bolga , from the Fir - bolg or Belgæ of Britain , who settled a colony there . Bolg signifies a quiver , from which pro- ceeds Fir - bolg , i . e . bowmen ; so called from their using bows , more than any of the ...
... dead . the name of Bolga , from the Fir - bolg or Belgæ of Britain , who settled a colony there . Bolg signifies a quiver , from which pro- ceeds Fir - bolg , i . e . bowmen ; so called from their using bows , more than any of the ...
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... dead appear . Silent the spectre towers before the sight , And shines an awful image through the night . 31 The morning of the second day from the opening of the poem comes on . After the death of Cuthullin , Carril , the son of Kinfena ...
... dead appear . Silent the spectre towers before the sight , And shines an awful image through the night . 31 The morning of the second day from the opening of the poem comes on . After the death of Cuthullin , Carril , the son of Kinfena ...
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... dead came to the blue eyes of Erin . But , rising from the wave of the north , I beheld him bright in his locks . I beheld the son of the king , My beating soul is high . I laid my head down in night ; again ascended the form . Why ...
... dead came to the blue eyes of Erin . But , rising from the wave of the north , I beheld him bright in his locks . I beheld the son of the king , My beating soul is high . I laid my head down in night ; again ascended the form . Why ...
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Страница 437 - 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.
Страница 437 - 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.
Страница 248 - 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.
Страница 423 - Did you never observe (while rocking winds are piping loud) that pause, as the gust is recollecting itself, and rising upon the ear in a shrill and plaintive note, like the swell of an ^Eolian harp ? I do assure you there is nothing in the world so like the voice of a spirit.
Страница 259 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Страница 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...
Страница 200 - 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 355 - Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Страница 405 - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar. Morar! thou art low indeed. Thou hast no mother to mourn thee; no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.