The History of Great Britain: From the First Invasion of it by the Romans Under Julius Caesar, Volume 2

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A. Strahan, 1800 - Great Britain
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Page 472 - Roman miles in length. This work can hardly be defcribed in fewer or plainer words than thofe of one of our beft antiquaries, who had examined it with the greateft care. " What belongs to this work is, i. The " principal Agger or Vallum (rampart) on the brink of *' the ditch : 2. The ditch on the north fide of the " Vallum: 3. Another Agger (or mound of earth) on *' the fouth fide of the principal Vallum (or rampart), and about five paces diftant from it, which I call the " fouth Agger : 4. And...
Page 183 - It is the thunder and the lightning of genius. It is the offspring of nature, not of art. It is negligent of all...
Page 181 - Winds drive along the clouds. The lightning flies on wings of fire. He feared, and came to land, then blushed that he feared at all. He rushed again among the waves, to find the son of the wind.
Page 306 - His fpoufe beheld the filent king, and " forefaw his fteps to war. She prepared the " bow in fecret, to attend her blue-fhielded ' hero. To her dwelt darknefs at Atha, when " he was not there — From their hundred dreams " by night, poured down the fons of Alnecma.
Page 176 - of the chief of generous steeds ! highbounding king of spears. Strong arm in every perilous toil. Hard heart that never yields. Chief of the pointed arms of death. Cut down the foe ; let no white sail bound round dark Inistore. Be thine arm like thunder. Thine eyes like fire, thy heart of solid rock. Whirl round thy sword as a meteor at night ; lift thy shield like the flame of death. Son of the chief of generous steeds, cut down the foe. Destroy !
Page 266 - Not there is the ftride of Larthon, chief of Inis-huna. . He mounts the wave on his own dark oak, in Cluba's ridgy bay. That oak which he cut from Lumon, to bound along the fea. The maids turn their eyes away, left the king fhould be lowly-laid ; for never had they feen a fhip, dark rider of the wave !" " Now he dares to call the winds, and to mix with the mift of ocean.
Page 322 - We came to the silent bay, and heard the maid of night. " How long will ye roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whistling tree.
Page 181 - CORMAR was the firft of my race. He fported through the ftorms of the waves. His black ikiff bounded on ocean, and travelled on the wings of the blaft. A fpirit once embroiled the night. Seas fwell and rocks refound. Winds drive along the clouds. The lightning flies on wings of fire. He feared and came to land : then blumed that he feared at all.
Page 88 - he was a Briton of noble birth and excellent genius. After he had received as good an education at home as his own country could afford, he travelled for his further improvement, and fpent...
Page 180 - fea is rolling. far diftant, and its white foam " (hall deceive thee for my fails. Retire, for it •' is night, my love, and the dark winds figh in

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