Sketches of the History of Man: In Four Volumes. By Henry Home, Lord Kaims, ...

United Company of Booksellers, 1775

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Page 105 - ... and our heads did never ache. For as the smoke in those days was supposed to be a sufficient hardening for the timber of the house, so it was reputed a far better medicine to keep the good man and his family from the quacke or pose, wherewith, as then, very few were acquainted.
Page 210 - ... if any one shall claim a power to lay and levy taxes on the people by his own authority, and without such consent of the people, he thereby invades the fundamental law of property, and subverts the end of government. For what property have I in that which another may by right take when he pleases to himself?
Page 69 - Fingal came in his mildnefs, rejoicing in fecret over the actions of his fon. Morni's face brightened with gladnefs, and his aged " eyes looked faintly through tears of joy. We came to the halls of Selma, " and fat round the feaft of fhells. The maids of the fong came into our " prefence, and the mildly blufhing Everallin.
Page 60 - His renown will be a light to my soul, in the dark hour of my departure. O that the name of Morni were forgot among the people ! that the heroes would only say,
Page 65 - faid, how long wilt thou pain my foul ? Thy heart is like " the rock of the defert, and thy thoughts are dark.
Page 98 - On flesh days, (that is, when meat was not forbidden by the Catholic religion), through the year, breakfast for my lord and lady was a loaf of bread, two manchets, a quart of beer, a quart of wine, half a chine of mutton, or a chine of beef boiled.
Page 62 - O warriors, in the day of our fall. Then let us be renowned when we may ; and leave our fame behind us, like the laft beams of the fun, when he hides his red head in the weft.
Page 57 - I fhall not be found. Cormac will weep in his hall, and ** fay, Where is Tura's chief ? But my name is renowned, my " fame in the fong of bards. The youth will fay in fecret, 0 let " me die as Cuchullin died : renown clothed him like a robe ; and the light of his fame is great.
Page 66 - Connal flowly ^' followed. They funk behind the hill, like two pillars of the " fire of night, when winds purfue them over the mountain, " and the flaming heath refounds. Befide a ftream of roar•' ing foam, his cave is in a rock.
Page 68 - Pleafant is thy voice, O Carril, faid the " blue-eyed chief of Erin ; and lovely are the words of other times : they are " like the calm fhower of fpring, when the fun looks on the field, and the " light cloud fiies over the hill.

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