The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the æra and poems of Ossian, 第 2 巻1807 |
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... face of my seas ? The foe is in the land of Morven , and the king is absent far . But let each bind on his mail , and each assume his shield . Stretch every spear over the wave ; let every sword be unsheathed . Lathmon is be- fore us ...
... face of my seas ? The foe is in the land of Morven , and the king is absent far . But let each bind on his mail , and each assume his shield . Stretch every spear over the wave ; let every sword be unsheathed . Lathmon is be- fore us ...
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... face brightened with gladness ; his aged eyes look faintly through tears of joy . We came to the halls of Selma . We sat around the feast of shells . The maids of song came into our pre- sence , and the mildly blushing Everallin ! Her ...
... face brightened with gladness ; his aged eyes look faintly through tears of joy . We came to the halls of Selma . We sat around the feast of shells . The maids of song came into our pre- sence , and the mildly blushing Everallin ! Her ...
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... face is pleasant ! Thou comest forth in loveliness . The stars attend thy blue course in the east . The clouds rejoice in thy presence , moon ! They brighten their dark - brown sides . Who is like thee in heaven , light of the silent ...
... face is pleasant ! Thou comest forth in loveliness . The stars attend thy blue course in the east . The clouds rejoice in thy presence , moon ! They brighten their dark - brown sides . Who is like thee in heaven , light of the silent ...
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... face was like the light of the morning . Thy hair like the raven's wing . Thy soul was gene- rous and mild , like the hour of the setting sun . Thy words were the gale of the reeds ; the glid- ing stream of Lora ! But when the rage of ...
... face was like the light of the morning . Thy hair like the raven's wing . Thy soul was gene- rous and mild , like the hour of the setting sun . Thy words were the gale of the reeds ; the glid- ing stream of Lora ! But when the rage of ...
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... thee , chief of Etha ? Have the foes met the hero in the strife of the night ? " He returned , but his face was dark . He had seen his departed friend ! It was the wall of Tura . The ghost of Cuthullin stalked there alone A POEM . 25 25.
... thee , chief of Etha ? Have the foes met the hero in the strife of the night ? " He returned , but his face was dark . He had seen his departed friend ! It was the wall of Tura . The ghost of Cuthullin stalked there alone A POEM . 25 25.
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arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Cathmor cave chief Clono cloud Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula dark dark-brown darkened daugh daughter death dost thou echoing Erin Erin's eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal Fir-bolg fled Foldath friends Gaul ghosts gleaming grey grief hall harp hear heard heath heroes hill Inis-huna king of Ireland king of Morven Lathmon Lego Lena lift light Lochlin locks Lubar maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena Mora Morni mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rush Ryno Selma Semo shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear steel steps storm stream Strutha Sulmalla Swaran sword tears Temora thee thine Thou art tomb Torman Trenmor Ullin Usnoth Uthal vale voice warriors waves wind youth
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21 ページ - POEM. .DAUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is pleasant ! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon ! They brighten their dark-brown sides.
263 ページ - I saw their chief, tall as a rock of ice ; his spear, the blasted fir ; his shield, the rising moon ; he sat on the shore, like a cloud of mist On the hi 1 In.
298 ページ - Deugala was the spouse of Cairbar, chief of the plains of Ullin. She was covered with the light of beauty, but her heart was the house of pride.
71 ページ - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
251 ページ - Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul.
316 ページ - Oscar ! bend the strong in arm; but spare the feeble hand. Be thou a stream of many tides against the foes of thy people; but like the gale that moves the grass to those who ask thine aid.—So Tremor lived; such Trathal was; and such has Fingal been. My arm was the support of the injured; and the weak rested behind the lightning of my steel.
274 ページ - Were Fingal himself before me, my soul should not darken with fear. Arise to battle, my thousands ! pour round me like the echoing main. Gather round the bright steel of your king; strong as the rocks of my land ; that meet the storm with joy, and stretch their dark pines to the wind!
273 ページ - The high-maned, broad-breasted, proud, Wide-leaping, strong steed of the hill. Loud and resounding is his hoof; The spreading of his mane above Is like a stream of smoke on a ridge of rocks. Bright are the sides of the steed...
262 ページ - Moran !' replied the blue-eyed chief, ' thou ever tremblest, son of Fithil! Thy fears have increased the foe. It is Fingal, King of deserts, with aid to green Erin of streams.
265 ページ - Lightning pours from their sides of steel. They come like streams from the mountains; each rushes roaring from his hill. Bright are the chiefs of battle, in the armor of their fathers. Gloomy and dark their heroes follow, like the gathering of the rainy clouds behind the red meteors of heaven.