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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... spear ? Will the daughters of Morven fight ? But stop , O mighty stream , in thy course ! Does not Lathmon be- hold these sails ? Why dost thou vanish , Lath- mon , like the mist of the lake ? But the squally storm is behind thee ...
... spear ? Will the daughters of Morven fight ? But stop , O mighty stream , in thy course ! Does not Lathmon be- hold these sails ? Why dost thou vanish , Lath- mon , like the mist of the lake ? But the squally storm is behind thee ...
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... spear , his heroes rose around . We knew that he had seen his fa- thers , for they often descended to his dreams , when the sword of the foe rose over the land , and the battle darkened before us . " Whither hast thou fled , O wind ...
... spear , his heroes rose around . We knew that he had seen his fa- thers , for they often descended to his dreams , when the sword of the foe rose over the land , and the battle darkened before us . " Whither hast thou fled , O wind ...
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... spear in his hand , which was stained with the blood of the valiant . He came towards Fingal , his son attended his steps . The son of Comhal arose before him with joy , when he came in his locks of age . " Chief of roaring Strumon ...
... spear in his hand , which was stained with the blood of the valiant . He came towards Fingal , his son attended his steps . The son of Comhal arose before him with joy , when he came in his locks of age . " Chief of roaring Strumon ...
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... spear , but it falls short of the mark . I feel the weight of my shield . We decay like the grass of the hill : our strength returns no more . I have a son , O Fingal ! his soul has delighted in Morni's deeds ; but his sword has not ...
... spear , but it falls short of the mark . I feel the weight of my shield . We decay like the grass of the hill : our strength returns no more . I have a son , O Fingal ! his soul has delighted in Morni's deeds ; but his sword has not ...
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... spear ? How would the soul of Morni rise , if we should rush on the foe ! Our renown would grow in song : our steps would be stately in the eyes of the brave . ' " Son of Morni , " I replied , 66 my soul de- lights in war . I delight to ...
... spear ? How would the soul of Morni rise , if we should rush on the foe ! Our renown would grow in song : our steps would be stately in the eyes of the brave . ' " Son of Morni , " I replied , 66 my soul de- lights in war . I delight to ...
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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.