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... the plain . Ye rocks ! hang over my head . Hear my voice , ye trees ! as ye bend on the fhaggy hill . My voice fhall preserve the praise of him , the hope of the ifles .. IV . CONNAL , CRIMORA , WHO CRIMORA . cometh [ 18 ]
... the plain . Ye rocks ! hang over my head . Hear my voice , ye trees ! as ye bend on the fhaggy hill . My voice fhall preserve the praise of him , the hope of the ifles .. IV . CONNAL , CRIMORA , WHO CRIMORA . cometh [ 18 ]
Page 19
... Connal ? CONNAL . THEY live . I faw them return from the chace , like a stream of light . The fun was on their fhields : Like a ridge of fire they defcended the hill . Loud is the voice of the youth ; the war , is [ 19 ] IV. ...
... Connal ? CONNAL . THEY live . I faw them return from the chace , like a stream of light . The fun was on their fhields : Like a ridge of fire they defcended the hill . Loud is the voice of the youth ; the war , is [ 19 ] IV. ...
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... CONNAL , I faw his fails like grey mist on the fable wave . came to land . Connal , warriors of Dargo ! CONNAL . They flowly many are the BRING me thy father's fhield ; the iron fhield of Rinval ; that shield like the full moon when it ...
... CONNAL , I faw his fails like grey mist on the fable wave . came to land . Connal , warriors of Dargo ! CONNAL . They flowly many are the BRING me thy father's fhield ; the iron fhield of Rinval ; that shield like the full moon when it ...
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... fhall meet Dargo with thee , and aid my lovely Connal . Farewell , ye rocks of Ardven ! ye deer ! and ye ftreams of the hill ! -We fhall return no more . Qur tombs are diftant far . V. AUTUMN is dark on the mountains ; grey mift [ 22 ]
... fhall meet Dargo with thee , and aid my lovely Connal . Farewell , ye rocks of Ardven ! ye deer ! and ye ftreams of the hill ! -We fhall return no more . Qur tombs are diftant far . V. AUTUMN is dark on the mountains ; grey mift [ 22 ]
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... Connal ! Shine , near thy tomb , Crimora like a moon - beam from a cloud . WHO can reach the fource of thy race , O Connal ? and who recount thy Fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain , which meeteth the wind with its ...
... Connal ! Shine , near thy tomb , Crimora like a moon - beam from a cloud . WHO can reach the fource of thy race , O Connal ? and who recount thy Fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain , which meeteth the wind with its ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 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.
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Page 47 - Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind?
Page 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.