The Life and Letters of James Macpherson: Containing a Particular Account of His Famous Quarrel with Dr. Johnson, and a Sketch of the Origin and Influence of the Ossianic Poems |
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... wrote and spoke of it as of a newly dis- covered country , and descriptions were eagerly read . Burt's famous Letters , written at an earlier date , appeared in 1754 ; and they formed a very effective and welcome account of the natural ...
... wrote and spoke of it as of a newly dis- covered country , and descriptions were eagerly read . Burt's famous Letters , written at an earlier date , appeared in 1754 ; and they formed a very effective and welcome account of the natural ...
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... wrote in imitation of Norse and Welsh ballads , that simple tales from a rude age had an interest of their own ; and this tendency to look to the past for the materials of poetry helped in a high degree to form the char- acter of the ...
... wrote in imitation of Norse and Welsh ballads , that simple tales from a rude age had an interest of their own ; and this tendency to look to the past for the materials of poetry helped in a high degree to form the char- acter of the ...
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... wrote his opera of Uthal in the Ossianic vein ; and to heighten the weird and melancholy effect of the music , he employed tenors for all the treble parts , to the exclusion of violins.1 Nor is the popularity of the poems on the Con ...
... wrote his opera of Uthal in the Ossianic vein ; and to heighten the weird and melancholy effect of the music , he employed tenors for all the treble parts , to the exclusion of violins.1 Nor is the popularity of the poems on the Con ...
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... wrote two poems expressly described as imitations of Ossian . Byron in his Hours of Idleness shows unmistakable touches of Ossianic sentiment , as in the verses on Oscar of Alva , and sometimes a reminiscence of the Ossianic language ...
... wrote two poems expressly described as imitations of Ossian . Byron in his Hours of Idleness shows unmistakable touches of Ossianic sentiment , as in the verses on Oscar of Alva , and sometimes a reminiscence of the Ossianic language ...
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... wrote most of his early poems . His first attempts were not published , and they would probably never have seen the light if the manuscript of two of them had not come into the hands of his most energetic opponent , who printed them for ...
... wrote most of his early poems . His first attempts were not published , and they would probably never have seen the light if the manuscript of two of them had not come into the hands of his most energetic opponent , who printed them for ...
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Page 7 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun I thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone : who can be a companion of thy course...
Page 17 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities...
Page 2 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 250 - What would you have me retract? I thought your book an imposture; I think it an imposture still. For this opinion I have given my reasons to the public, which I here dare you to refute. Your rage I defy. Your abilities, since your Homer, are not so formidable, and what I hear of your morals inclines me to pay regard not to what you shall say, but to what you shall prove. You may print this if you will. SAM. JOHNSON.
Page 88 - Did you never observe (while rocking winds are piping loud) that pause, as the gust is recollecting itself, and rising upon the ear in a shrill and plaintive note, like the swell of an ^Eolian harp ? I do assure you there is nothing in the world so like the voice of a spirit.
Page 7 - ... vain, for he beholds thy beams no more ; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps like me for a season ; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds careless of the voice of the morning. Exult, then...
Page 166 - Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! Speak, I will not be afraid! Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed? No feeble voice is on the gale: no answer half drowned in the storm! "I sit in my grief: I wait for morning in my tears! Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream. Why should I stay behind? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream...
Page 169 - A tale of the times of old ! The deeds of days of other years ! " The murmur of thy streams, O Lora ! brings back the memory of the past.
Page 165 - . ."Star of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
Page 171 - O bards ! over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us : for, one day, we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes ; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half worn shield. And let the blast of the desert come ! we shall be renowned in our day ! The mark of my arm shall be in battle ; my name in the song of bards.