 Helmets are cleft on high ; blood bursts, and smokes around. As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle.  The Poems of Ossian - 165 ページ1810全文表示 - この書籍について
 | Michael O'Clery - 2003 - 398 ページ
...spears fall like the circles of light, which brighten the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high — as the last peal of the thunder in heaven, such is the din of battle — as rushes a stream of foam from the dark shady steep of Cromla,... | |
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