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abhar Adjećtives agus air cruinuchadh air orduchadh alſo amach aſpirate aſſembled bhar bhith bith Bithidh blaſt C H A caſe Cho ro chruinich Chunic compoſition cretoir cretoira maiſach cruinichte dative deante declenſion deug Dfheudas dhamh diphthong do'n do’n Engliſh expreſs fein feminine Feudidh fichid firſt fuath gach Galic genitive guth handſome animal Imperfeót indefinite Iriſh lamh language large hare laſt Leis mach maſculine meaſure moidhaich mhor moſt muſic muſt nominative noun nuair obſerved offag mhor participle particles paſt Perf Perfeót Plural poſſeſſion Prepoſitions Preſent pronounced Rinn ſaid ſame ſay ſecond ſeems ſhall ſhall be able ſibh ſin Singular ſinn ſome ſometimes ſound ſpeak ſtrong ſuas Subjunctive Subjunctive Mood ſubſtantive ſyllables teachd tenſes thar theſe thoſe thou ſhalt thou waſt tive toirt tranſlated trochee uain uair uſed verb vocative vowel ye ſhall
Página 112 - 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.
Página 150 - 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.
Página 120 - 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.
Página 117 - 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.
Página 149 - 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.
Página 149 - 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.
Página 112 - The curfe of the Lord is in the houfe of the * wicked, but he blefleth the habitation of the * juft.
Página 131 - To us invifible, or dimly feen In thefe thy loweft works ; yet thefe declare Thy goodnefs beyond thought, and pow'r divine.