 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.  The Poems of Ossian - 401 ページ1785 - 435 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | 1760 - 556 ページ
...rocks of Ar* dannider. I, like an ancient oak on Morvcn, 1 moulder * alone in my place. The blaft hath lopped my branches ' away; and I tremble at the wings of the North. Prince" « of the Warriours, Ofcur my fon f fhall I fee thec nw ' more ! ' Dermul and Ofcur were one... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 380 ページ
...Rocks of Ardannider, I, like an ancient Oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my Place. The Blaft hath lopped my Branches away ; and I tremble at the Wings of the North. Prince of the Warriors, Ofcur, my Son ! (hall I fee thee no more ! Dermid and Ofcur were one : They... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 378 ページ
...Rocks of Ardannider. I, like an ancient Oak on Morotn, I moulder alone in my Place. The Blaft hath lopped my Branches away ; and I tremble at the Wings of the North. Prince of the Warriors, Ofcurt my Son ! fhall I fee the* no more ! Dermld and Ofcur were one : They... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1763 - 94 ページ
...applies to himfelf; " I, like an ancient oak inMorven, moul" der alone in my place; the blaft hath lopped my branches away ; " and I tremble at the wings of the north f." As Homer exalts his heroes by comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of comparifons... | |
 | 1765 - 416 ページ
...hinds of the defart, by the hands of the mighty Swaran ; when, in the midft of thoufands he roared ; like the fhrill fpirit of a ftorm, that fits dim, on the clouds of Gormal, and enjoys the death of the mariner. NOR flept thy hand by thy fide, chief of the ifle of milt f ;... | |
 | 1765 - 520 ページ
...applies to himfelf; " I, like an ancient oak in Morven, moul" der alone in my place; the blaft hath lopped " my branches away ; and I tremble at the wings " of the north J." As Homer exalts his heroes by comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of comparifons... | |
 | 1779 - 250 ページ
...thedefart, by the hands of the mighty Svcaf an ; when , in the midft of thoufands he roaredj like the shrill fpirit of a ftorm, that fits dim, on the clouds of Gormal , and enjoys the death of the mariner. Nor flept thy hand by thy fide, chief of ths ifle of mift (z);... | |
 | 1783 - 282 ページ
...applies to himfelf; « I, like » an ancient oak in Morven, moulder alone in. » my place; the blaft hath lopped my branches » away, and I tremble at the wings...comparing them to gods, Offian makes the fame ufe of companfons taken from fpirits and ghofts. Swaran « roared » in battle, like the shrill fpirit of... | |
 | Daniel Webb - 1787 - 276 ページ
...the rocks of Ardanndder. I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. Theblaft hath lopped my branches away; and I tremble at the wings of the north. Prince of the warriors, Ofcur, my fon! ihall I fee thee no more! DERMID and Ofcur were ones *t •... | |
 | 1799 - 252 ページ
...rocks of Ardannidcr. I, like an ancient oak on Morven, I moulder alone in my place. The blaft hath lopped my branches away: and I tremble at the wings of the north. Chief of the warriors, Ofcar, my fon ! (hall I fee thee no more ! But, fon of Alpin, the hero fell... | |
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