Fragment I (James Macpherson Poems)
SHILRIC, VINVELA.VINVELAMy love is a son of the hill.He pursues the flying deer.His grey dogs are pantingaround him; his bow-string ...
SHILRIC, VINVELA.VINVELAMy love is a son of the hill.He pursues the flying deer.His grey dogs are pantingaround him; his bow-string ...
CONNAL, CRIMORA,CRIMORA.Who cometh from the hill, likea cloud tinged with the beamof the west? Whose voice is that, loudas the wind, ...
Den 25de September 1790 Hver Mand i Byen om Indtoget taler, Om Transparenter og Dandserens Gang. Decorationer og Porte man maler; ...
1.THE Harp is mute in Ossian's Hall,And silence reigns o'er Morven's woods;No Bard laments the Hero's fall,No Minstrel sings by ...
To friends attent, my sad lament,I with dool and sorrow roar;These naked walls for pity call,And grieve my heart full ...
Was it for this that you drove your carThrough your enemies' stern array,Led by the slayer of Corman-Trunar ?Ah ! ...
A SCOTS PASTORAL INSCRIBED TO JOHN WILKES, ESQ. Nos patriam fugimus.--VIRGIL.When Cupid first instructs his darts to flyFrom the sly ...
The little village sleeps to-day,Save but for children at their play.The white clouds show their snowy breastAbove Glen-Aylmer's grassy crest.And ...
WHEN FINGAL dwelt in windy halls,As mournful OSSIAN tells,Midst lofty Selma's shaded wallsHe spread the feast of shells.Each tuneful bard ...
Here in the narrow broken way Where silently we go.Steadfast above their valiant clay Forgotten crosses show.Our whispers call to ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
And there we were together again- Together again, we three: Morgan, Fingal, fiddle, and all, They had come for the ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
There in the fringe of trees between the upper field and the edge of the one below it that runs ...
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