The Poems of Ossian, 第 2 巻W. Strahan and T. Cadell, 1785 - 435 ページ |
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fhaggy brows . Foldath ftands , like an oozy rock , that covers its dark fides with foam . His fpear is like Slimora's fir , that meets the wind of heaven . His fhield is marked with the strokes of battle . His red eye despises danger ...
fhaggy brows . Foldath ftands , like an oozy rock , that covers its dark fides with foam . His fpear is like Slimora's fir , that meets the wind of heaven . His fhield is marked with the strokes of battle . His red eye despises danger ...
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... dark - brown locks . Fillan bends his bow , the young hunter of ftreamy Moruth . But who is that before them , like the terrible course of a stream ! It is the son of Offian , bright between his locks ! His long hair falls on his back ...
... dark - brown locks . Fillan bends his bow , the young hunter of ftreamy Moruth . But who is that before them , like the terrible course of a stream ! It is the son of Offian , bright between his locks ! His long hair falls on his back ...
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... dark on Cromla , till the lightning - burfts its fide . The valley gleams with heaven's flame ; the fpirits of the ftorm rejoice . So ftood the filent king of Te- mora ; at length his words broke forth . " Spread the feast on Moi - lena ...
... dark on Cromla , till the lightning - burfts its fide . The valley gleams with heaven's flame ; the fpirits of the ftorm rejoice . So ftood the filent king of Te- mora ; at length his words broke forth . " Spread the feast on Moi - lena ...
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... dark in his foul . The feaft is fpread . The fhells re- found . Joy brightens the face of the hoft . But it was like the parting beam of the fun , when he is to hide his red head in a storm ! Darkness ga- CAIRBAR rifes in his arms ...
... dark in his foul . The feaft is fpread . The fhells re- found . Joy brightens the face of the hoft . But it was like the parting beam of the fun , when he is to hide his red head in a storm ! Darkness ga- CAIRBAR rifes in his arms ...
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... dark . Their fhouts arife , like crowded ftreams . Moi - lena echoes wide . Fingal heard the found . He took the spear of Selma . His fteps are before us on the heath . He spoke the words of woe . Briathar buan fin ; Briathar buan A ...
... dark . Their fhouts arife , like crowded ftreams . Moi - lena echoes wide . Fingal heard the found . He took the spear of Selma . His fteps are before us on the heath . He spoke the words of woe . Briathar buan fin ; Briathar buan A ...
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againſt anceſtors ancient art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends blaft blaſt Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor chief circumftances Clatho Clono cloud compofition Conar Cormac courſe Cuthullin dark darkneſs death defart defcended defcription Druids Erin eyes faid fame father feaft feem fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide field figh filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft firſt flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit fteps ftill ftorm ftream ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts ghoſt grey hall harp heath heroes hiftory hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Ireland Iriſh king laft lift midſt mift miſt moffy Moi-lena Morni Morven moſt muſt night occafion Ofcar Offian paffed perfon pleaſant poem poet poetry poffeffed praiſe prefent raiſed reft rife rock roes rofe rolled Scots Selma ſhall ſon ſpear ſpread ſtate ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee theſe thofe thoſe thou Uthal voice warrior waves winds
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412 ページ - Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me!
408 ページ - 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.
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...
401 ページ - I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. The blast hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north.
390 ページ - Cormac who was distant far, in Temora's echoing halls; he learned to bend the bow of his fathers, and to lift the spear. Nor long didst thou lift the spear, mildly shining beam of youth! Death stands dim behind thee, like the darkened half of the moon behind its growing light!
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.
338 ページ - Ofcar! bend the ftrong in arms, 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...
282 ページ - An American chief, at this day, harangues at the head of his tribe, in a more bold metaphorical style, than a modern European would adventure to use in an Epic poem.
377 ページ - Gaul in his arms, and my foul was mixed with his : for the fire of the battle was in his eyes ! he looked to the foe with joy. We fpoke the words of friendship in fecret ; and the lightning of our fwords poured together ; for we drew them behind the wood, and tried the ftrength of our arms on the empty air.
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?