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Page vii
... voice is drowned in the clamours of a multitude , who judge by fashion of poetry , as of dress . The truth is , to judge aright requires almost as much genius as to write well ; and good critics are as rare as great poets . Though two ...
... voice is drowned in the clamours of a multitude , who judge by fashion of poetry , as of dress . The truth is , to judge aright requires almost as much genius as to write well ; and good critics are as rare as great poets . Though two ...
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... voice of the king no more . COMALA . Confufion purfue thee over thy plains ! Ruin overtake thee , thou king of the world ! Few be thy fteps to thy grave ; and let one virgin mourn thee ! Let her be like Co- mala , tearful in the days of ...
... voice of the king no more . COMALA . Confufion purfue thee over thy plains ! Ruin overtake thee , thou king of the world ! Few be thy fteps to thy grave ; and let one virgin mourn thee ! Let her be like Co- mala , tearful in the days of ...
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... voice , or was it the breeze of my hills ? Is it the huntress of Ardven , the white - handed daughter of Sarno ? Look from thy rocks , my love ; let me hear the voice of Co- mala ! COMALA . Take me to the cave of thy reft , O lovely fon ...
... voice , or was it the breeze of my hills ? Is it the huntress of Ardven , the white - handed daughter of Sarno ? Look from thy rocks , my love ; let me hear the voice of Co- mala ! COMALA . Take me to the cave of thy reft , O lovely fon ...
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... voice of the chafe will be heard ; the fhields hang in the hall . Our delight will be in the war of the ocean , our hands fhall grow red in the blood of Lochlin . Roll , ftreamy Carun , roll in joy , the fons of battle fled ! MELILCOMA ...
... voice of the chafe will be heard ; the fhields hang in the hall . Our delight will be in the war of the ocean , our hands fhall grow red in the blood of Lochlin . Roll , ftreamy Carun , roll in joy , the fons of battle fled ! MELILCOMA ...
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... voice be heard on our rocks ? The maids fhall feek thee on the heath , but they shall not find thee . Thou shalt come , at times , to their dreams , to fettle peace in * The fequel of the ftory of Hidallan is introduced in another poem ...
... voice be heard on our rocks ? The maids fhall feek thee on the heath , but they shall not find thee . Thou shalt come , at times , to their dreams , to fettle peace in * The fequel of the ftory of Hidallan is introduced in another poem ...
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Page 79 - His words reached the heart of Clessammor: he fell, in silence, on his son. The host stood darkened around: no voice is on the plain. Night came, the moon, from the east, looked on the mournful field: but still they stood, like a silent grove that lifts its head on Gormal, when the loud winds are laid, and dark autumn is on the plain. Three days they mourned above Carthon; on the fourth his father died.
Page 197 - 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. Who on his staff is this? who is this, whose head is white with age?
Page 81 - O sun, in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Page 214 - Lovely daughter of Cormac, I love thee as my soul ! I have slain one stately deer for thee. High was his branchy head, and fleet his feet of wind.
Page 197 - But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow! Thy face was like the sun after rain...
Page 68 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
Page 339 - Whither dost thou retire from thy course, when the darkness of thy countenance grows? hast thou thy hall, like Ossian? dwellest thou in the shadow of grief? have thy sisters fallen from heaven? are they who rejoiced with thee at night no more? Yes, they have fallen, fair light! and thou dost often retire to mourn.
Page 199 - Arise, winds of autumn, arise; blow along the heath! streams of the mountains roar! roar, tempests, in the groves of my oaks! walk through broken clouds, O moon! show thy pale face, at intervals! bring to my mind the night, when all my children fell; when Arindal the mighty fell; when Daura the lovely failed!
Page 196 - 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.
Page 340 - ... one night ; and leave thy blue path in heaven. The stars will then lift their heads: they, who were ashamed in thy presence, will rejoice. Thou art now clothed with thy brightness. Look from thy gates in the sky. Burst the cloud, O wind ! that the Daughter of night may look forth ! that the shaggy mountains may brighten, and the ocean roll its white waves, in light.