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第 96 頁
... Cathmor to follow him speedily with an army , from Teniora . Such was the situation of affairs when the Caledonian fleet appeared on the coast of Ulster . The poem opens in the morning . Cairbar is represented as retired from the rest ...
... Cathmor to follow him speedily with an army , from Teniora . Such was the situation of affairs when the Caledonian fleet appeared on the coast of Ulster . The poem opens in the morning . Cairbar is represented as retired from the rest ...
第 99 頁
... Cathmor is not here , Borbar- That is , Who has heard my vaunting ? He intends the expression as a rebuke to the self - praise of Foldath . Hidalla was the chief of Clonra , a small district on the of lake of Lego . The beau- ty of his ...
... Cathmor is not here , Borbar- That is , Who has heard my vaunting ? He intends the expression as a rebuke to the self - praise of Foldath . Hidalla was the chief of Clonra , a small district on the of lake of Lego . The beau- ty of his ...
第 100 頁
... Cathmor came . Cathmor the friend of strangers ! the brother of red- haired Cairbar . Their souls were not the same . light of heaven was in the bosom of Cathmor . His towers rose on the banks of Atha : seven paths led to his halls ...
... Cathmor came . Cathmor the friend of strangers ! the brother of red- haired Cairbar . Their souls were not the same . light of heaven was in the bosom of Cathmor . His towers rose on the banks of Atha : seven paths led to his halls ...
第 105 頁
... Cathmor , and coming to Fingal , re- lated , as here , the death of his master Cormac . Althan speaks . Doira , the woody side of a mountain ; ' it is here a hill in the neighbourhood of Temora . the blast of the inconstant wind . A ...
... Cathmor , and coming to Fingal , re- lated , as here , the death of his master Cormac . Althan speaks . Doira , the woody side of a mountain ; ' it is here a hill in the neighbourhood of Temora . the blast of the inconstant wind . A ...
第 109 頁
... Cathmor , and he will fight thy battles . But Cathmor's soul was not like thine , thou feeble hand of war ! The light of my bosom is stained with thy deeds : the bards will not sing of my renown . They may say , Cathmor was brave , but ...
... Cathmor , and he will fight thy battles . But Cathmor's soul was not like thine , thou feeble hand of war ! The light of my bosom is stained with thy deeds : the bards will not sing of my renown . They may say , Cathmor was brave , but ...
常見字詞
arms arose art thou Atha Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blue streams Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief Clono cloud Clutha Connal Cormac Crimora Crothar Cuthullin Dar-thula Dargo dark darkened daugh daughter death desart descended dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fame father feast feeble fell field Fillan Fingal Firbolg Foldath Gaul ghosts gleaming grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heroes hill host Inis-huna king of Ireland Lathmon Lego lift light locks Loda look maid Malvina midst mighty mist Moi-lena moon Morni Morven mossy mournful Nathos night Oscar Ossian poem race rejoice renown rise roar rock roes rolled rose rushed Scandinavia Selma shield sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel steps stood strangers stream strife Strutha Sul-malla sword tears Temora thee tomb Trenmor Ullin Uthal vale voice warriors waves winds wing youth
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第 14 頁 - 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.
第 14 頁 - 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!
第 6 頁 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
第 49 頁 - Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud; thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings: the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee: they bathe thy lovely hair....
第 47 頁 - O Connal ! it was here thou didst fall. Thine arm was like a storm ; thy sword a bean. of the sky ; thy height, a rock on the plain ; thine eyes, a furnace of fire. Louder than a storm was thy voice, in the battles of thy steel. Warriors fell by thy sword, as the thistle by the staff of a boy.
第 52 頁 - RYNO The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!
第 50 頁 - Ullin! stately Ryno ! Alpin, with the tuneful voice ! the soft complaint of Minona ! How are ye changed, my friends, since the days of Selma's feast ! when we contended, like gales of spring, as they fly along the hill, and bend by turns the feebly whistling grass.
第 177 頁 - No : ye dark-rolling years, Fingal delights not in blood. Tears are wintry streams that waste away my soul. But, when I lie down to rest, then comes the mighty voice of war. It awakes me in my hall, and calls forth all my steel. It shall call it forth no more ; Ossian, take thou thy father's spear. Lift it, in battle, when the proud arise. " My fathers, Ossian, trace my steps ; my deeds are pleasant to their eyes. Wherever I come forth to battle, on my field, are their columns of mist.
第 9 頁 - ... of smoke pleased mine eye, when they rose above my walls ! I often looked back, with gladness, when my friends fled along the hill. But when the years of my youth came on, I beheld the moss of my fallen walls : my sigh arose with the morning, and my tears descended with night. Shall I not fight, I said to my soul, against the children of my foes ? And I will fight, O bard ! I feel the strength of my soul.
第 162 頁 - Sleeps the husband of Clatho? Dwells the father of the fallen in rest? Am I forgot in the folds of darkness , lonely in the season of night? " "Why dost thou mix," said the king, "with the dreams of thy father?