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able Adjectives agus air cruinuchadh aſſembled beginning Bha mi air Bheil bhith bith Bithidh blaſt chruinich conſonants cretoir cruinichte cruinuchadh dative deanamh Deanidh deante declenſion definite deug Dfheudas do'n Engliſh fein feminine Feudidh fibh firſt formed Future gach Galic genitive give given govern handſome animal hare Imperative Imperfect indefinite Indicative Infinitive Iriſh lamh language large hare Latin Leis letters maiſach mhor moidhaich Mood moſt nominative noun nuair Optative orduchadh participle particle Perf Perfect Plural Preſent pronounced Rinn Rinnadh ſame ſay ſhall ſhall be able ſibh ſin Singular ſinn ſome Subjunctive ſyllable tenſes termination thar theſe thou thou ſhalt thou waſt uair uſed verb vowel write ye ſhall
Page 106 - Enter not into the path of the wicked, and go not in the way of evil men. Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away.
Page 144 - But sorrow wastes the mournful, O daughter of Toscar ! and their days are few! They fall away, like the flower on which the sun hath looked in his strength after the mildew has passed over it, when its head is heavy with the drops of night.
Page 114 - You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow ; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Page 111 - bend the ftrong in arm, but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a " ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people, but like the " gale that moves the grafs to thofe who afk thy aid.
Page 143 - But thou dwelleft in the foul of Malvina ,' fon of mighty Oifian. My fighs arife with the beam of the caft ; 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 defart, and laid my green head low; the fpring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arofe.
Page 143 - I have heard a voice in my dream. I feel the fluttering of my foul. Why didft thou come, O blaft, from the dark rolling of the lake ? Thy ruftling was in the trees, the dream of Malvina departed.
Page 106 - The curfe of the Lord is in the houfe of the * wicked, but he blefleth the habitation of the * juft.
Page 125 - To us invifible, or dimly feen In thefe thy loweft works ; yet thefe declare Thy goodnefs beyond thought, and pow'r divine.