...soul ? I met the storm of Gormal, when the foam of my waves beat high. I met the storm of the clouds ; shall Swaran fly from a hero ? Were Fingal himself...main. Gather round the bright steel of your king; is very grand in the original. There are tour horses described in it, with a string of epithets applied...

...shall I fly from a hero? Were it Fingal himself, my soul should not darken before him. — Rise to the battle, my thousands ; pour round me like the echoing...strong as the rocks of my land, that meet the storm withjoy, andstretch their dark woods tothe wind." As autumn's'" dark storms pour from two echoing r...

...two rules of taste, and there can be no poetic beauty without them. (18) Line 402, &c. Shall Staaran fly from a hero* Were Fingal himself before me, My soul should not darken with fear. Fuggirci da un guerrier ? Foss' ei Fingallo, Non mi si abbujeria Faliua di teiua. The poet has suffered...

...proportion are the two rules of taste, and there can be no poetic beauty without them. (18) Line 402, &c. Shall Swaran fly from a hero? Were Fingal himself before me, My soul should not darken with fear. Fuggir6 da un guerrier ? Foss' ei Fingallo, Non mi si abbujeria 1'alma di tema. The poet has suffered...

...which we find nothing corresponding in any previous part of the description, *0 MT lines 403, 404.] Were Fingal himself before me, My soul should not darken with fear. *1 MT line 411 — И7. Like autumns DARK STORMS, &c.] In Gaelic, Mar thoirm fhoghair о dhà bheinn....

..." I met the storm of Gormal, when the foam of " my waves beat high- I met the storm of the "clouds; shall Swaran fly from a hero? Were " Fingal himself...round the bright steel of your king ; strong as " the roeks of my land ; that meet the storm with "joy, and stretch their dark pines to the wind ! Like autunm's...

...Miss Setcard. GLEE for Three T. ATTWOOD. to thc battle, my thousands ! Gather round the bright-steel of your king ! Strong as the rocks of my land, That meet the storm with joy, And stretch their dark woods to the wind. Ossian. GLEE for Five S. WEBBE. SISTER of Phoebus, gentle queen, Of aspect mild,...

...with vengeance, valour, strength, go forth Full in iu 'd — " let gentle blood shew generous worth." Arise to battle, my thousands ! pour round me like...with joy ; and stretch their dark pines to the wind. Ossian, Fingal, bi Exalt, ye sons of Erin, exalt the spear, and bend the bow : rush on the foe in darkness,...

...soul? I met the storm of Gormal when the foam of my waves beat high I met the storm of the clouds; shall Swaran fly from a hero? Were Fingal himself...the echoing main, gather round the bright steel of у our king; strong as the rocks of my land; that meet the storm with joy, and stretch .their dark...

...soul ? I met the storm of Gormal when the foam of my waves btat high. I met the storm of the clouds ; shall Swaran fly from a hero? Were Fingal himself before me, my soul should not dfjfcen with fear. Arise to hattle, my thousands ! pour round me like the echoing main, gather round...