The Poems of Ossian: &c, 第 2 巻J. Ballantyne, 1805 |
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... ; as the translator , in the course of composition , had either forgotten old Usnoth , or had found no opportunity to introduce him and Fergus again into the poem . side . His spear glitters as he moves . I 16 BOOK I. TEMORA :
... ; as the translator , in the course of composition , had either forgotten old Usnoth , or had found no opportunity to introduce him and Fergus again into the poem . side . His spear glitters as he moves . I 16 BOOK I. TEMORA :
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&c James Macpherson Malcolm Laing. side . His spear glitters as he moves . I fled from his terrible eyes , king of high Temora ! " << Then fly , thou feeble man , " said Foldath's gloomy wrath . " Fly to the grey streams of thy land ...
&c James Macpherson Malcolm Laing. side . His spear glitters as he moves . I fled from his terrible eyes , king of high Temora ! " << Then fly , thou feeble man , " said Foldath's gloomy wrath . " Fly to the grey streams of thy land ...
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... move in our strength , slow as a gathered cloud ! Then shall the mighty tremble ; the spear shall fall from the hand of the valiant . We see the cloud of death , they will say , while shadows fly over their face . Fingal will mourn in ...
... move in our strength , slow as a gathered cloud ! Then shall the mighty tremble ; the spear shall fall from the hand of the valiant . We see the cloud of death , they will say , while shadows fly over their face . Fingal will mourn in ...
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... μεγάλα βρέμει , ΑΜΦΙ δέ τ ̓ ΑΚΡΑΣ ΚΥΡΤΟΝ ἐὰν ΚΟΡΥΦΟΥΤΑΙ . As when the winds , ascending by degrees , First move the whitening surface of the seas , & c . POPE . night , and takes their green heads in his hand 24 BOOK I. TEMORA :
... μεγάλα βρέμει , ΑΜΦΙ δέ τ ̓ ΑΚΡΑΣ ΚΥΡΤΟΝ ἐὰν ΚΟΡΥΦΟΥΤΑΙ . As when the winds , ascending by degrees , First move the whitening surface of the seas , & c . POPE . night , and takes their green heads in his hand 24 BOOK I. TEMORA :
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... moved , on Dora , to the chace of the dark - brown hinds . His bow was unerring on Horrida latos acies Volcania campos : - per Non aliter socium virtus coit omnis in unum : Or , " The people rise on every side , " & c . But the addition ...
... moved , on Dora , to the chace of the dark - brown hinds . His bow was unerring on Horrida latos acies Volcania campos : - per Non aliter socium virtus coit omnis in unum : Or , " The people rise on every side , " & c . But the addition ...
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437 ページ - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
437 ページ - SING unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord, all the earth. Sing unto the Lord, bless his name ; shew forth his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the heathen, his wonders among all people. For the Lord is great, and greatly to be praised : he is to be feared above all gods.
248 ページ - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
423 ページ - Did you never observe (while rocking winds are piping loud) that pause, as the gust is recollecting itself, and rising upon the ear in a shrill and plaintive note, like the swell of an ^Eolian harp ? I do assure you there is nothing in the world so like the voice of a spirit.
259 ページ - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
132 ページ - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
200 ページ - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
71 ページ - Of gathering vapour, from the baffled sense Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : Vanish the woods ; the dim-seen river seems Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.
355 ページ - Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
405 ページ - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar. Morar! thou art low indeed. Thou hast no mother to mourn thee; no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.