...year 1745. THE HIGHLANDERS : . PART IV. " A thousand fantasies " Begin to throng into my memory, " Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, " And...that syllable men's names " On sands, and shores, and desart wildernesses." These thoughts may startle well, but not astound " The virtuous mind that ever...

...Drummelziar, and chief of a powerful clan. To those spirits were also ascribed, in Scotland, the —" Airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses." When the workmen were engaged in erecting the ancient church of Old Deer, in Aberdeenshire,...

...Drummelziar, and chief of a powerful clan. To those spirits were also ascribed, in Scotland, the — " Airy tongues, that syllable men's names, . ' On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses." When the workmen were engaged in erecting the ancient church of Old Deer, in Aberdeenshire,...

...this be ? A thousand fantasies M5 Begin to throng into my memory, Of culling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. Those thoughts may startle well, but not astound, S10 The virtuous mind, that ever walks...

...JOHN FERRIAR, MD A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound. COMU«, 1. 205. LONDON: PRINTED FOR...

...Drummelziar, and chief of a powerful clan. To those spirits were also ascribed, in Scotland, the —" Airy tongues, that syllable men's names, On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses." When the workmen were engaged in erecting the ancient church of Old Deer, in Aberdeenshire,...

...dark with woods and precipices, where • a thousand phanusies Begin to throng into the memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names — the riding over a wild heath where no human habitation appears and the silence of desolation seems...

...scenery, dark with woods and precipices, where -a thousand phantasies Begin to throng into the memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names — the riding over a wild heath where no human habitation appears and the silence of desolation seems...

...scenery, dark with woods and precipices, where -a thousand phantasies Begin to throng into the memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names — the riding over a wild heath where no human habitation appears and the silence of desolation seems...

...might this be ? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning her end of Heav'n the welkin burns. Others, with vast Typhœan rage more fell, Rend up bot wildernesses. These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended...