The Poems of Ossian, 第 1 巻D. & G. Bruce, 1810 |
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... beautiful , that on the first publication of Macpherson's book , all the Irish cried out , We know all those poems ; we have always heard them from our infancy . But when he asked more particular questions , he could never learn that ...
... beautiful , that on the first publication of Macpherson's book , all the Irish cried out , We know all those poems ; we have always heard them from our infancy . But when he asked more particular questions , he could never learn that ...
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... beautiful as Agandecca , daughter of the Snow.t All this will be readily conceded , and Mr. Macpher- son's being at one period an " indifferent proficient in the Gaelic language , " may seem an argument of some weight against his having ...
... beautiful as Agandecca , daughter of the Snow.t All this will be readily conceded , and Mr. Macpher- son's being at one period an " indifferent proficient in the Gaelic language , " may seem an argument of some weight against his having ...
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... beautiful , me- rit every praise , but we must not therefore despise all novelty . In the days of the Theban bard , it would seem to have been otherwise , for he appears to give the prefer- ence to old wine , but new songs- αίνει δε ...
... beautiful , me- rit every praise , but we must not therefore despise all novelty . In the days of the Theban bard , it would seem to have been otherwise , for he appears to give the prefer- ence to old wine , but new songs- αίνει δε ...
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... beautiful muse of Chatterton , as well as the contempti- ble compositions of Ireland , it was alike thought neces- sary , to secure public attention , to have recourse to 66 quaint Inglis , " or an antique dress . And to the eternal ...
... beautiful muse of Chatterton , as well as the contempti- ble compositions of Ireland , it was alike thought neces- sary , to secure public attention , to have recourse to 66 quaint Inglis , " or an antique dress . And to the eternal ...
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... beautiful description of Cathmor's shield , in the 7th book of Temora . Among all the northern maritime nations , naviga- tion was very early studied . Piratical incursions were the chief means they employed for acquiring booty , and ...
... beautiful description of Cathmor's shield , in the 7th book of Temora . Among all the northern maritime nations , naviga- tion was very early studied . Piratical incursions were the chief means they employed for acquiring booty , and ...
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Æneid ancient antiquity appear arms Balclutha bards battle beam beautiful behold blast blood Caledonians Carthon Cathmor Celtic chief clouds Clutha Comala compositions Connal Crimora Crothar Cuthullin Dargo dark daugh daughter death Druids Dunthalmo Duth-carmor dwells eyes fame father feast fell Fillan Fingal Fion Frothal Gaul genius ghosts hall hand harp heard heath heroes Hidallan Highlands hill Homer Iliad imagination Ireland Irish James Macpherson king language lift light Lochlin Loda Macpherson maid Malvina manners meteor midst mighty mist moon Morni Morven mournful nations night Odin Oithona Oscar Ossian Picts poems poems of Ossian poet poetical poetry race renowned rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Scandinavia Scotland Scots Selma sentiment shield sigh silent similes song soul sound spear spirit Starno storm strangers stream sublime Swaran sword tears Temora thee thou tion tomb tradition Trenmor vale voice warriors wave winds youth
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132 ページ - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
261 ページ - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ' whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty : the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone : who can be a companion of thy course...
261 ページ - The oaks of the mountains fall; the mountains themselves decay with years; the ocean shrinks and grows again; the moon herself is lost in heaven; bat thou art for ever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
233 ページ - He lifted high his shadowy spear ! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword. the blade of dark-brown Luno. The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
173 ページ - And they brought up an evil report of the land which they had searched unto the children of Israel, saying, the land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature : and there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants ; and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
232 ページ - Thou frownest in vain : I never fled from the mighty in war. And shall the sons of the wind frighten the king of Morven ? No ! he knows the weakness of their arms ! Fly to thy land...
165 ページ - Helmets are cleft on high ; blood bursts, and smokes around. As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle.
250 ページ - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years and the blast of the desert comes ; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
249 ページ - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire bad resounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
207 ページ - WHENCE is the stream of years? Whither do they roll along? Where have they hid, in mist, their many-coloured sides? I look into the times of old, but they seem dim to Ossian's eyes, like reflected moon-beams on a distant lake.