The Celtic Monthly: A Magazine for Highlanders, 第 11 巻A. Sinclair, 1903 |
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agus Alexander ancient Angus Argyll arms Arrochar Atholl bagpipe battle beautiful Blythswood Drive brother Cameron Campbell Captain Castle Celtic Monthly Celts Charles chief Clan CLAN MACKAY Clan MacLeod Clan Menzies Coll Crossapol dark daughter descended Donald Dubh Duncan Earl Edinburgh Ewen father Fraser Gaelic Glasgow glen Glengarry gu'n hand head heart heather Hector Hector Macdonald Highland hills honour Inverness island Isles James John Garbh JOHN MACKAY King Lady laird Lament land Loch Loch Lomond Lochaber Lochiel Lord MacCrimmon Macdonald MACGREGOR Mackenzie MacKintosh Macleans of Crossapol MacLeod married Martial Music Matheson Menzies Moidart mountain Munro Neil Neil Maclean Ossian Perth Piobaireachd piper pipes poem poetry Prince Reay robh rocks Scotland Scots Scottish side Skye song South Uist Strathy Sutherland tartan thee Tomintoul tune
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28 ページ - ... for he beholds thy beams no more ; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps like me for a season ; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds careless of the voice of the morning. Exult, then, O sun, in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the...
28 ページ - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course!
28 ページ - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps like me for a season ; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds careless of the voice of the morning.
28 ページ - Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone: who can be a companion of thy course! The oaks of the mountains fall: the mountains themselves decay with years...
222 ページ - Bless us! what a word on A title-page is this! and some in file Stand spelling false, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder, sirs, than Gordon, Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp? Those rugged names to our like mouths grow sleek, That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.
218 ページ - Who can see the green earth any more As she was by the sources of Time? Who imagines her fields as they lay In the sunshine, unworn by the plough? Who thinks as they thought, The tribes who then roam'd on her breast, Her vigorous, primitive sons?
218 ページ - In a blacker incessanter line ; That the din will be more on its banks, Denser the trade on its stream, Flatter the plain where it flows, Fiercer the sun overhead. That never will those on its breast See an ennobling sight, Drink of the feeling of quiet again. But what was before us we know not, And we know not what shall succeed.
218 ページ - And we say that repose has fled For ever the course of the river of Time. That cities will crowd to its edge In a blacker incessanter line ; That the din will be more on its banks, Denser the trade on its stream, Flatter the plain where it flows, Fiercer the sun overhead.
220 ページ - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
72 ページ - Wilt thou not listen, son of the rock ! to the song of Ossian ? My soul is full of other times ; the joy of my youth returns. Thus the sun appears in the west, after the steps of his brightness have moved behind a storm ; the green hills lift their dewy heads : the blue streams rejoice in the vale. The aged hero comes forth on his staff; his grey hair glitters in the beam.