The Poems of Ossian, 第 2 巻W. Strahan and T. Cadell, 1785 - 435 ページ |
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... fields of war . • Though this book has little action , it is not the least im- portant part of Temora . The poet , in feveral episodes , runs up the cause of the war to the very fource . The first popula- tion of Ireland , the wars ...
... fields of war . • Though this book has little action , it is not the least im- portant part of Temora . The poet , in feveral episodes , runs up the cause of the war to the very fource . The first popula- tion of Ireland , the wars ...
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... field . I go forth with the crowd . I return , without my fame . But the foe approaches , Offian ! I hear their murmur on the heath . The found of their steps is like thunder , in the bosom of the ground , when the rocking hills fhake ...
... field . I go forth with the crowd . I return , without my fame . But the foe approaches , Offian ! I hear their murmur on the heath . The found of their steps is like thunder , in the bosom of the ground , when the rocking hills fhake ...
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... the Celta , reckoned the greatest misfortune that could befal a man ; as his foul could not otherwise be ad- mitted to the airy hall of his fathers . " thou thou , a boy in the field , pursuedst the 40 TEM OR A : BOOK II .
... the Celta , reckoned the greatest misfortune that could befal a man ; as his foul could not otherwise be ad- mitted to the airy hall of his fathers . " thou thou , a boy in the field , pursuedst the 40 TEM OR A : BOOK II .
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thou , a boy in the field , pursuedst the thistle's beard . With Moma's fons I shall rush abroad , and find the foe , on his dusky hills . Fingal shall lie , without his fong , the grey - haired king of Selma . " " DOST thou think ...
thou , a boy in the field , pursuedst the thistle's beard . With Moma's fons I shall rush abroad , and find the foe , on his dusky hills . Fingal shall lie , without his fong , the grey - haired king of Selma . " " DOST thou think ...
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... field , with the tales of old ? Dwellers of the fkirts of night , your voice is but a blast to me ; which takes the grey thiftle's head , and ftrews its beard on streams . Within my bofom is a voice . Others hear it not . His foul ...
... field , with the tales of old ? Dwellers of the fkirts of night , your voice is but a blast to me ; which takes the grey thiftle's head , and ftrews its beard on streams . Within my bofom is a voice . Others hear it not . His foul ...
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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?