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... arms round the globe , till your Colonies meet , * If forms of proceeding , written Statutes , or other constituents of Law , cease to be enforced by the Spirit from which they arose , they ferve only to cover , not to reftrain , the ...
... arms round the globe , till your Colonies meet , * If forms of proceeding , written Statutes , or other constituents of Law , cease to be enforced by the Spirit from which they arose , they ferve only to cover , not to reftrain , the ...
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... arms , to prefide ; Read , ye Rulers , and blush , when on record ye find That the pooreft were also the first of mankind . A Bigot , accustomed himself to revere , Thinks to dupe ev'n his God by the fervor of prayer , And , in fullness ...
... arms , to prefide ; Read , ye Rulers , and blush , when on record ye find That the pooreft were also the first of mankind . A Bigot , accustomed himself to revere , Thinks to dupe ev'n his God by the fervor of prayer , And , in fullness ...
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... than a pudden . On the Progress of the ROMAN Arms " in SPAIN . Peragrato Victor Oceani littore , " non prius figna convertit quam caden- " tem in maria folem obrutumque aquis 7 " ignem " ignem non fine facrilegio quodam me- " tu et [ 72 ]
... than a pudden . On the Progress of the ROMAN Arms " in SPAIN . Peragrato Victor Oceani littore , " non prius figna convertit quam caden- " tem in maria folem obrutumque aquis 7 " ignem " ignem non fine facrilegio quodam me- " tu et [ 72 ]
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... arms ! Why haft thou left us behind ? why live we to mourn 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 ...
... arms ! Why haft thou left us behind ? why live we to mourn 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 ...
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... than the gale of the hill ; yet I will not stay . Raise my tomb , Crimora . CRIMORA . THEN give me those arms of light ; that sword , and that spear of steel . I fhall fhall meet Dargo with thee , and aid my lovely [ 21 ]
... than the gale of the hill ; yet I will not stay . Raise my tomb , Crimora . CRIMORA . THEN give me those arms of light ; that sword , and that spear of steel . I fhall fhall meet Dargo with thee , and aid my lovely [ 21 ]
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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.
Page 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...
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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
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.