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第 10 頁
... raise her charms . O were my Evir- allen thy spouse , my years would pass away in joy . Pleased I would descend into ... raised my voice , and called the chiefs to combat . Thrice I brandished my spear , and wielded my glittering sword ...
... raise her charms . O were my Evir- allen thy spouse , my years would pass away in joy . Pleased I would descend into ... raised my voice , and called the chiefs to combat . Thrice I brandished my spear , and wielded my glittering sword ...
第 17 頁
... raised in the minds of men some idea of a superior being . Hence it is , that in the darkest times , and amongst the most barbarous nations , the very populace them- selves had some faint notion , at least , of a divinity . The Indians ...
... raised in the minds of men some idea of a superior being . Hence it is , that in the darkest times , and amongst the most barbarous nations , the very populace them- selves had some faint notion , at least , of a divinity . The Indians ...
第 19 頁
... raised to a mained to this day , had not learning , which certain key , that it was almost impossible , thinks every thing that is not committed to from a similarity of sound , to substitute writing fabulous , been introduced . It was ...
... raised to a mained to this day , had not learning , which certain key , that it was almost impossible , thinks every thing that is not committed to from a similarity of sound , to substitute writing fabulous , been introduced . It was ...
第 20 頁
... raise the timid and mean into power . To those who look upon antiquity in this light , it is an agreeable prospect ; and they alone can have real pleasure in tracing notions to their source . THE HE history of those nations , who ...
... raise the timid and mean into power . To those who look upon antiquity in this light , it is an agreeable prospect ; and they alone can have real pleasure in tracing notions to their source . THE HE history of those nations , who ...
第 22 頁
... raising of corn . It was from this that the Galic || name of the Picts proceeded ; for they are called in that language , Cruithnich , i . e . the wheat or corn - eaters . ' As the Picts lived in a country so different in its nature ...
... raising of corn . It was from this that the Galic || name of the Picts proceeded ; for they are called in that language , Cruithnich , i . e . the wheat or corn - eaters . ' As the Picts lived in a country so different in its nature ...
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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!