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第 36 頁
... dwelling of and the author has plainly imitated the style winds , ' After death , they expected to follow and manner of Ossian : but he has allowed employments of the same nature with those some images to appear which betray a later who ...
... dwelling of and the author has plainly imitated the style winds , ' After death , they expected to follow and manner of Ossian : but he has allowed employments of the same nature with those some images to appear which betray a later who ...
第 51 頁
... dwelling of Moina ; silence is in the whom I formerly quoted , occur to us again . house of her fathers ' . Nothing also can " The hawks , ' Ossian makes one of the Scan- be more natural and lively than the manner dinavian chiefs say ...
... dwelling of Moina ; silence is in the whom I formerly quoted , occur to us again . house of her fathers ' . Nothing also can " The hawks , ' Ossian makes one of the Scan- be more natural and lively than the manner dinavian chiefs say ...
第 70 頁
... dwelling in her soul . a " Torcul - toron , of aged locks ! ' she said , ' where now are thy steps , by Lulan ? Thou hast failed at thine own dark streams , father of Conban - cârgla ! But I behold thee , chief of Lulan , sporting by ...
... dwelling in her soul . a " Torcul - toron , of aged locks ! ' she said , ' where now are thy steps , by Lulan ? Thou hast failed at thine own dark streams , father of Conban - cârgla ! But I behold thee , chief of Lulan , sporting by ...
第 75 頁
... dwelling of Conban - carglas . There he laid the helmet of kings , and called the maid of Lulan ; but she was distant far in Loda's resounding hill . COME L L A. · [ This poem is valuable. Bursting into tears , she rose and tore a lock ...
... dwelling of Conban - carglas . There he laid the helmet of kings , and called the maid of Lulan ; but she was distant far in Loda's resounding hill . COME L L A. · [ This poem is valuable. Bursting into tears , she rose and tore a lock ...
第 80 頁
... dwelling is calm , above the clouds : the fields of my rest are pleasant . Dwell in thy pleasant fields , said the king : Let Comhal's son be forgot . Do my steps ascend from my hills into thy peaceful plains ? Do I meet thee with a ...
... dwelling is calm , above the clouds : the fields of my rest are pleasant . Dwell in thy pleasant fields , said the king : Let Comhal's son be forgot . Do my steps ascend from my hills into thy peaceful plains ? Do I meet thee with a ...
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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!