The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson, 第 1 巻1801 |
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arms arofe aroſe art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold blaft bofom breaft Carthon Carun chace chief Clefsámmor clouds Clutha Colmar Comála Comhal Connal courſe Crimora Crothar Dargo dark darkneſs daughter defcended defert diftant doft thou Dunthalmo Duth-carmor eyes faid fame father feaft fell fent fhall fhells fhield fide figh filent Fingal firangers firft flain fome fong foul fpear fpirits Frothal fteel fteps ftone ftorm ftory ftrangers ftream ftrength fword Gaul ghoft hall harp heard heroes Hidallan hill himſelf hoft king Lochlin Loda maid Malvina meteor midft mift mighty moon Morni Morven night Ofcar Offian Oithóna pleaſant poem raiſed Rathmor reft renowned rife river Clyde roar rock rofe rolled roſe ruſhed ſaid ſaw Scandinavia ſeen Selma ſhall ſhe Shilric ſon ſong ſpear ſpread Starno Sul-malla Swaran tears thee thoſe thouſand tomb Trenmor vale voice warriors wave weft winds youth
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93 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.
152 ページ - My fighs arife with the beam of the eaft, my tears defcend with " the drops of night. I was a lovely tree in thy prefence, Ofcar, " with all my branches round me; but thy death came like a " blaft from the defert, and laid my green head low : the fpring ** returned with its fhowers, but of me not a leaf fprung.
111 ページ - Exult, then, O sun, in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
66 ページ - Returnest thou safe from the war? Where are thy friends, my love? I heard of thy death on the hill; I heard and mourned thee, Shilric! Yes, my fair, I return; but I alone of my race. Thou shalt see them no more: their graves I raised on the plain.
108 ページ - Night came, the moon, from the east, looked on the mournful field: but still they stood, like a silent grove that lifts its head on Gormal, when the loud winds are laid, and dark autumn is on the plain. Three days they mourned above Carthon; on the fourth his father died.
260 ページ - Hark ! the whirlwind is in the wood ! A low murmur in the vale ! It is the mighty army of the dead returning from the air.
126 ページ - I tore an oak from its hill, and raised a flame on high. I bade my fathers to look down, from the clouds of their hall; for, at the fame of their race, they brighten in the wind. I took a stone from the stream, amidst the song of bards.
79 ページ - WHO cometh from the hill, like a cloud tinged with the beam of the weft ? Whofe voice is that, loud as the wind, but pleafant as the harp of Carryl ? It is my love in the light of fteel; but fad is his darkened brow.
82 ページ - Connal ! who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth.
192 ページ - Be thou near, to learn the song; future times shall hear of me ! The sons of the feeble hereafter will lift the voice on Cona ; and, looking up to the rocks, say, 'Here Ossian dwelt'.