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第 5 頁
... gray mist on the sides of the rocks ; a blast from the north on the plain , a traveller in distress , and he slow . ' Several collections came to them , by pre- sents , as well as by purchase , and in these are numerous ' shreds and ...
... gray mist on the sides of the rocks ; a blast from the north on the plain , a traveller in distress , and he slow . ' Several collections came to them , by pre- sents , as well as by purchase , and in these are numerous ' shreds and ...
第 9 頁
... gray - haired Snivan to invite us to his feast , and know the intent of our course . He came with the solemn steps of age , and gravely spoke the words of the chief . " Whence are these arms of steel ? If friends ye come , Branno ...
... gray - haired Snivan to invite us to his feast , and know the intent of our course . He came with the solemn steps of age , and gravely spoke the words of the chief . " Whence are these arms of steel ? If friends ye come , Branno ...
第 14 頁
... Gray on the bank , and far from men , half - covered , by ancient pines , from the wind , a lonely pile exalts its head , long shaken by the storms of the north . To this fled Sigurd , fierce in fight , from Harold the leader of armies ...
... Gray on the bank , and far from men , half - covered , by ancient pines , from the wind , a lonely pile exalts its head , long shaken by the storms of the north . To this fled Sigurd , fierce in fight , from Harold the leader of armies ...
第 43 頁
... gray locks of age ; he is frequently disposed to moralize , like an old man , on human vanity , and the prospect of death . There is more art , at least more felicity , in this , than may at first be imagined . For youth and old age are ...
... gray locks of age ; he is frequently disposed to moralize , like an old man , on human vanity , and the prospect of death . There is more art , at least more felicity , in this , than may at first be imagined . For youth and old age are ...
第 51 頁
... gray dogs howl in their place . No word is among the mighty chiefs . Each marked the eyes of the king ; and half- assumed his spear . ' A poet of original genius is always dis- tinguished by his talent for description . A second - rate ...
... gray dogs howl in their place . No word is among the mighty chiefs . Each marked the eyes of the king ; and half- assumed his spear . ' A poet of original genius is always dis- tinguished by his talent for description . A second - rate ...
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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!