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第 9 頁
... dark- bosomed ship of the king , spread its white sails to the winds , and plough'd through the foam of ocean . Pleasant shone the fine- eyed Ull - Erin * . With joyal songs we cut the liquid way . The moon , regent of the silent night ...
... dark- bosomed ship of the king , spread its white sails to the winds , and plough'd through the foam of ocean . Pleasant shone the fine- eyed Ull - Erin * . With joyal songs we cut the liquid way . The moon , regent of the silent night ...
第 14 頁
... dark on his sides , but calm , above , his vast fore- head appears . White - issuing from the skirt of his storms , the troubled torrents pour down his sides . Joining , as they roar along , they bear the Torno , in foam , to the main ...
... dark on his sides , but calm , above , his vast fore- head appears . White - issuing from the skirt of his storms , the troubled torrents pour down his sides . Joining , as they roar along , they bear the Torno , in foam , to the main ...
第 24 頁
... dark and distant periods , with little judgment , and upon no authority . Concerning the period of more than a century which intervenes between Fingal and the reign of Fergus , the son of Erc or Arcath , tradition is dark and ...
... dark and distant periods , with little judgment , and upon no authority . Concerning the period of more than a century which intervenes between Fingal and the reign of Fergus , the son of Erc or Arcath , tradition is dark and ...
第 44 頁
... dark - red stream of fire comes down from the hill . Crugal sat upon the beam ; he that lately fell by the hand of Swaran , striving in the battle of heroes . His face is like the beam of the setting moon . His robes are of the clouds ...
... dark - red stream of fire comes down from the hill . Crugal sat upon the beam ; he that lately fell by the hand of Swaran , striving in the battle of heroes . His face is like the beam of the setting moon . His robes are of the clouds ...
第 45 頁
... dark and awful kind ; but they are introduced to heighten the scenery this is proper ; because coincident with the on some great and solemn occasion . A strain and spirit of the poetry . A light hundred oaks burn to the wind ; and faint ...
... dark and awful kind ; but they are introduced to heighten the scenery this is proper ; because coincident with the on some great and solemn occasion . A strain and spirit of the poetry . A light hundred oaks burn to the wind ; and faint ...
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arms arose art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams breast Cairbar Calmar Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Clutha Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark dark-brown daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fallen fame fathers feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal fled friends Gaul ghosts gray grief hair hall hand harp hear heard heath heaven heroes hill Iliad king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid meteor midst mighty mist moon Morni mournful night Oscar Ossian poems poet race raised renowned rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Ryno Selma shells shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel stood storm strangers stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Torman trembling Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves white-bosomed wind youth
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第 85 頁 - Whence are thy beams, () 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 43 頁 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
第 85 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.
第 82 頁 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy halfworn shield. And let the blast of the desert come! we shall be renowned in our day!
第 57 頁 - The land, through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
第 85 頁 - 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 plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
第 55 頁 - I was a lovely tree in thy presence, Oscar, with all my branches round me : but thy death came like a blast from the desert, and laid my green head low : the spring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arose.
第 108 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 108 頁 - ... 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. Farewell, thou silent beam...
第 109 頁 - 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!