 He lifted high his shadowy spear ! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword. the blade of dark-brown Luno. The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of...  The Poems of Ossian - 233 ページ1810全文表示 - この書籍について
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...away, and as Fingal does this "the form fell shapeless into the air, like a column of smoke. . . . The spirit of Loda shrieked as, rolled into himself, he rose on the wind."73 That "rolled into himself" reminds us of Blake's "Spectre" and "Selfhood." As soon as we begin... | |
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...drew his sword, the blade of dark brown Luno. The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column...the staff of the boy disturbs as it rises from the half extinguished furnace. The Spirit of Loda shrieked, as rolled into himself he rose on the wind."... | |
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