Literary Amusements: In Verse and ProseJ. Dodsley, 1787 - 76 Seiten |
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... ; In the fymphony joined with extatic delight , Or fang hallelujahs from morning to night ; Quot Themifon ægros Autumno occiderit uno . + Quot Difcipulos inclinet Hamillus . Monro Monro was called in , and , howe'er it fell [ 12 ]
... ; In the fymphony joined with extatic delight , Or fang hallelujahs from morning to night ; Quot Themifon ægros Autumno occiderit uno . + Quot Difcipulos inclinet Hamillus . Monro Monro was called in , and , howe'er it fell [ 12 ]
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... thy fate ? We might have heard , with thee , the voice of the deep ; have feen the oozy rock . SAD on the fea - beat fhore thy spouse looketh for thy return . The time of thy thy promife - is - come ; the night is [ 16 ]
... thy fate ? We might have heard , with thee , the voice of the deep ; have feen the oozy rock . SAD on the fea - beat fhore thy spouse looketh for thy return . The time of thy thy promife - is - come ; the night is [ 16 ]
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... night . I fee him through the trees . Daughter of Reynold ! he is gone .. Thy spouse shall return no more . No more fhall his hounds come from the hill , forerunners of their master . No more from the diftant rock fhall his voice C ...
... night . I fee him through the trees . Daughter of Reynold ! he is gone .. Thy spouse shall return no more . No more fhall his hounds come from the hill , forerunners of their master . No more from the diftant rock fhall his voice C ...
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... night long fhe cries , and all the day , Q Connal , my love , and my friend ! With grief the fad mourner died . EARTH here inclofeth the loveliest pair on the hill . The grafs grows be tween the ftones of their tomb ; I fit in the ...
... night long fhe cries , and all the day , Q Connal , my love , and my friend ! With grief the fad mourner died . EARTH here inclofeth the loveliest pair on the hill . The grafs grows be tween the ftones of their tomb ; I fit in the ...
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... . Fingal the mighty was here , and Ofcur , my fon , great in war . Fair on our fight from the fea , at once , a virgin came . Her breast was like the fnow of one night . Her cheek - like • the the bud of the rofe . Mild was her blue [ 26 ]
... . Fingal the mighty was here , and Ofcur , my fon , great in war . Fair on our fight from the fea , at once , a virgin came . Her breast was like the fnow of one night . Her cheek - like • the the bud of the rofe . Mild was her blue [ 26 ]
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abfolute Adieu againſt almoſt anſwer auffi becauſe beſt bien breaft c'eft called cauſe CHER confequence confiderable Connal courfe CRIMORA Dargo daughter Daura deferves defire Dermid diſtinguiſh Engliſh eſtabliſhed étui expreffion faid fair fait fame faut Fear-comhraic fenfe feven fhall fhield fhould filks Fingal firſt flain Florus fnow fome foon foul fpeak friends ftones ftorm ftream fubject fucceeded fuch fure fword good-breeding Goths greateſt happineſs heath hill himſelf Hippomenes homme Houſe King laft Lamderg language laſt learning leaſt LETTER DEAR BOY maid Maittaire Manners moft MORNA moſt muft Muirnin muſt myſelf neceffary obferve Ofcian Ofcur paffion Perfia perfon pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praiſe prefent profe qu'il raiſe reft rife rock Romans Ronnan Seventeen Provinces ſhall ſhe Shilric Spain ſpeak ſtyle thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand tomb tout uſe verfes voice wind yourſelf
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Seite 16 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Seite 53 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!
Seite 51 - ALONE, on the sea-beat rock, my daughter was heard to complain. Frequent and loud were her cries. What could her father do? All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon.
Seite v - Epifodes of a greater Work which related to the Wars of Fingal, Concerning this Hero innumerable Traditions remain, to this Day, in the Highlands of Scotland. The...
Seite 55 - 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.
Seite 21 - Connal ? and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth.
Seite 8 - This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle...
Seite vii - It is believed, that, by a careful inquiry, many more remains of ancient genius, no lefs valuable than thofe now given to the world, might .be found in the fame country where thefe have been collected.
Seite 47 - Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind?
Seite 24 - Oscian, prince of men! what tears run down the cheeks of age? what shades thy mighty soul? Memory, son of Alpin, memory wounds the aged. Of former times are my thoughts; my thoughts are of the noble Fingal.