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... " Earth do her homage ; the very leaft as feeling " her care , and the greatest as not exempted from " her power : both Angels , and Men , and Crea- " tures 4 . ❝tures of what condition foever , though each in " [ 16 ]
... " Earth do her homage ; the very leaft as feeling " her care , and the greatest as not exempted from " her power : both Angels , and Men , and Crea- " tures 4 . ❝tures of what condition foever , though each in " [ 16 ]
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... find it neceffary to diftinguish between true ele- gance , which is Taste , and has its origin in Feeling ; and the Artificial , which is Fashion , B 2 and " and founded on Imitation . It is of the lat- [ 19 ] FURTHER THOUGHTS ...
... find it neceffary to diftinguish between true ele- gance , which is Taste , and has its origin in Feeling ; and the Artificial , which is Fashion , B 2 and " and founded on Imitation . It is of the lat- [ 19 ] FURTHER THOUGHTS ...
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... feeling the images dance in his " heart , and adding from his own experience new vigour to the wish , and , from his own « imagination , new colours to the pitture . ” Rambler , Vol . II . No. 48 . « Ε ΥΓΙΕΙΑ πρεσβίσα Μακάρων , Μετὰ σὲ ...
... feeling the images dance in his " heart , and adding from his own experience new vigour to the wish , and , from his own « imagination , new colours to the pitture . ” Rambler , Vol . II . No. 48 . « Ε ΥΓΙΕΙΑ πρεσβίσα Μακάρων , Μετὰ σὲ ...
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... feel their tombs with my hands . I hear the river below murmuring hoarfely over the ftones . What doft thou , O river , to me ? Thou bringest back the memory of the past . THE THE race of Fingal ftood on thy banks , like [ 37 ]
... feel their tombs with my hands . I hear the river below murmuring hoarfely over the ftones . What doft thou , O river , to me ? Thou bringest back the memory of the past . THE THE race of Fingal ftood on thy banks , like [ 37 ]
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... feel my power . He who dares attempt my fifter , fays Connan , must meet this edge of steek Unerring in battle is my arm : my fword , as the lightning of heaven . RONNAN the warrior came ; and much he threatened Durftan .. BUT , faith ...
... feel my power . He who dares attempt my fifter , fays Connan , must meet this edge of steek Unerring in battle is my arm : my fword , as the lightning of heaven . RONNAN the warrior came ; and much he threatened Durftan .. BUT , faith ...
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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.