The Poems of Ossian, 第 2 巻W. Strahan and T. Becket, 1773 |
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... father mourned his fon flain in youth no brother his brother of love . They fell , without tears , for the chief of the people is low ! Bran is howling at his feet : gloomy Luath is fad , for he had often led them to the chace ; to the ...
... father mourned his fon flain in youth no brother his brother of love . They fell , without tears , for the chief of the people is low ! Bran is howling at his feet : gloomy Luath is fad , for he had often led them to the chace ; to the ...
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... fathers , O warriors ! the chiefs of the times of old ? They have fet like stars that have shone . We only hear the found of their praife . But they were renowned in their years ; the terror of other times . Thus fhall we pass away , in ...
... fathers , O warriors ! the chiefs of the times of old ? They have fet like stars that have shone . We only hear the found of their praife . But they were renowned in their years ; the terror of other times . Thus fhall we pass away , in ...
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... fathers bend from their clouds , to receive their grey - hair'd fon . But , before I go hence , one beam of fame fhall rife . My days shall end , as my years begun , in fame . My life fhall be one ftream of light to bards of other times ...
... fathers bend from their clouds , to receive their grey - hair'd fon . But , before I go hence , one beam of fame fhall rife . My days shall end , as my years begun , in fame . My life fhall be one ftream of light to bards of other times ...
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... father ? Heavy is the fword of the king ; furely his arm was ftrong . O that I were like him in battle , when the rage of his wrath arofe ! then would I have met , with Cuthullin , the car - borne fon of Cantéla ! But years may come on ...
... father ? Heavy is the fword of the king ; furely his arm was ftrong . O that I were like him in battle , when the rage of his wrath arofe ! then would I have met , with Cuthullin , the car - borne fon of Cantéla ! But years may come on ...
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... fathers would be renewed ; and the deeds of other times ! " He took his bow . The tears flow down , from both his fparkling eyes . Grief faddens round . The bards bend forward , from their hundred harps . The lone blaft touched their ...
... fathers would be renewed ; and the deeds of other times ! " He took his bow . The tears flow down , from both his fparkling eyes . Grief faddens round . The bards bend forward , from their hundred harps . The lone blaft touched their ...
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207 ページ - Fingal has received his fame. We passed away, like flames that had shone for a season. Our departure was in renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard. The harp has been strung in Selma. "Come, Ossian, come away," he says, "come, fly with thy fathers on clouds.
395 ページ - As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills, so towards each other approached the heroes. As two dark streams from high rocks meet and mix, and roar on the plain: loud, rough, and dark in battle meet Lochlin and Inisfail. ... 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 the battle.
411 ページ - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
373 ページ - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had 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.
336 ページ - O Ofcar ! 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.
286 ページ - ... The genius of men is then much turned to admiration and astonishment. Meeting with many objects, to them new and strange, their imagination Is kept glowing, and their passions are often raised to the utmost. They think and express themselves boldly, and without restraint. In the progress of society, the genius and manners of men undergo a change more favourable to accuracy, than to strength or sublimity.
346 ページ - Moina is often seen, when the sunbeam darts on the rock, and all around is dark. There she is seen, Malvina, but not like the daughters of the hill. Her robes are from the stranger's land; and she is still alone.
413 ページ - For neither were ye playing on the fteep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the fhaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva fpreads her wifard ftream :55 Ay me!
66 ページ - Joy, like the rustling gale, comes on the soul of the king. He remembers the battles of old; the days, wherein his fathers fought. The days of old return on Fingal's mind, as he beholds the renown of his son. As the son rejoices, from his cloud, over the tree his beams have raised, as it shakes its lonely head on the heath ; so joyful is the king over Fillan...
424 ページ - I hear, at times, the ghosts of bards, and learn their pleasant song. But memory fails on my mind. I hear the call of years! They say, as they pass along, why does Ossian sing?