The Poems of Ossian: &c, 第 2 卷J. Ballantyne, 1805 |
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... echoing 9 As Trenmor , clothed with meteors , descends from the halls of thunder . ] An expansion of Job . " Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder ? " The simile itself is a repetition of the An- gel in ADDISON'S Campaign ; and the ...
... echoing 9 As Trenmor , clothed with meteors , descends from the halls of thunder . ] An expansion of Job . " Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder ? " The simile itself is a repetition of the An- gel in ADDISON'S Campaign ; and the ...
第63页
... echoing streams and clothe them over with ice " . So stood the friend of strangers ! The winds lift his heavy locks . Thou art the tallest of the race of Erin , king of streamy Atha ! " First of bards , " said Cathmor , " Fonar 12 ...
... echoing streams and clothe them over with ice " . So stood the friend of strangers ! The winds lift his heavy locks . Thou art the tallest of the race of Erin , king of streamy Atha ! " First of bards , " said Cathmor , " Fonar 12 ...
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... echoing hall . The gathering of the people was there , around the feast of the blue - eyed king . But who , among his chiefs , was like the stately Crothar ? War- riors kindled in his presence . The young sigh 18 The winged army roams ...
... echoing hall . The gathering of the people was there , around the feast of the blue - eyed king . But who , among his chiefs , was like the stately Crothar ? War- riors kindled in his presence . The young sigh 18 The winged army roams ...
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... echoing shield of Crothar . He came , with death , to the paths of the foe . The virgins wept by the streams of Ullin . They looked to the mist of the hill : No hunter descended from its folds . Silence darkened in the land . Blasts ...
... echoing shield of Crothar . He came , with death , to the paths of the foe . The virgins wept by the streams of Ullin . They looked to the mist of the hill : No hunter descended from its folds . Silence darkened in the land . Blasts ...
第71页
... echoing woods " . Crothar met him in battle : but Alnecma's warriors fled . The king of Atha slowly retired , in the grief of his soul . He afterwards shone in the south ; but dim as the sun of autumn ; when he visits , in his robes of ...
... echoing woods " . Crothar met him in battle : but Alnecma's warriors fled . The king of Atha slowly retired , in the grief of his soul . He afterwards shone in the south ; but dim as the sun of autumn ; when he visits , in his robes of ...
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aislin Alpin arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends beneath blast blood bosom breast brow Cairbar Cathmor chief Clatho Clono cloud Cormac Dargo dark daughter death Dermid descend Earse echoing EPIC POEM Erin eyes fair fall fame father feast fell field Fillan Fingal Firbolg fire flies Foldath Gaul ghosts gleaming grey hall harp head hear heard heath heaven hero hill hunter Iliad king Lego light locks Loda look Lumon MACPHERSON maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena moon Morven mountains mournful night numbers o'er Oscar Ossian plain poem POPE's race rise roar rock roes rolled rose round rush sable Selma shield side sighs silent Somerled song soul sound spear sruth starry plough steel stood storm stream strife Sul-malla sword tears Temora thee thou Thuit tomb tree trembling Trenmor vale voice warrior waves winds wing youth
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第437页 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
第437页 - SING unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord, all the earth. Sing unto the Lord, bless his name ; shew forth his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the heathen, his wonders among all people. For the Lord is great, and greatly to be praised : he is to be feared above all gods.
第248页 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
第423页 - Did you never observe (while rocking winds are piping loud) that pause, as the gust is recollecting itself, and rising upon the ear in a shrill and plaintive note, like the swell of an ^Eolian harp ? I do assure you there is nothing in the world so like the voice of a spirit.
第259页 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
第132页 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
第200页 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
第71页 - Of gathering vapour, from the baffled sense Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : Vanish the woods ; the dim-seen river seems Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.
第355页 - Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
第405页 - A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar. Morar! thou art low indeed. Thou hast no mother to mourn thee; no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan.