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Strona 270 - And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched, unto the children of Israel, saying, The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Strona 259 - ... bofomed daughter of Sorglan (£)." Malvina fpeaks. " But " thou dwelleft in the foul of Malvina, fon of mighty Offian. " My fighs arife with the beam of the eaft, my tears defcend with " the drops of night. I was a lovely tree in thy prefence, Ofcar, " with all my branches round me; but thy death came like a " blaft from the defert, and laid my green head low : the fpring ** returned with its fhowers, but of me not a leaf fprung.
Strona 119 - the bards, faid his brother Cathmor, they are " the fons of other times. Their voice fhall be " heard in other ages, when the kings of Temora
Strona 178 - A dark red stream of fire comes down from the hill. Crugal sat upon the beam : he that lately fell by the hand of Swaran striving in the battle of heroes. His face is like the beam of the setting moon : his robes are of the clouds of the hill : his eyes are like two decaying flames. Dark is the wound on his breast. The stars dim-twinkled through his form ; and his voice was like the sound of a distant stream.
Strona 227 - But at the fame time , no ftrong imagination dwells long upon any one particular; or heaps together a mafs of trivial ones. By the happy choice of fome one, or of a few that are the moft ftriking , it...
Strona 245 - She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east. Loveliness was around her as light. Her steps were like the music of songs.
Strona 287 - He returned in peace, amidst their joy. No father mourned his son slain in youth ; no brother his brother of love. They fell, without tears, for the chief of the people...
Strona 11 - Chriftianity in the north of Britain can be fixed. — The humane and mild character of Conftantius Chlorus, who commanded then in Britain, induced the perfecuted Chriftians to take refuge under him. Some of them, through a...
Strona 117 - He adds too, that such as were to be initiated among the Druids, were obliged to commit to their memory a great number of...
Strona 140 - His poetry, more perhaps than that of any other writer, deserves to be styled, the poetry of the heart. It is a heart penetrated with noble sentiments, and with sublime and tender passions; a heart that glows, and kindles the fancy; a heart that is full, and pours itself forth.