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第 18 頁
... storm darkeneth around the world , with fierce thunder , and piercing light- nings , thou lookest in thy beauty from the noise , smiling in the troubled sky ! To me is thy light in vain , as I can never see thy counte nance ; though thy ...
... storm darkeneth around the world , with fierce thunder , and piercing light- nings , thou lookest in thy beauty from the noise , smiling in the troubled sky ! To me is thy light in vain , as I can never see thy counte nance ; though thy ...
第 42 頁
... storms , the troubled torrents pour down his sides . Joining , as they roar along , they bear the Tor- no , in foam , to the main . The Gaelic name of Scandinavia , or Scandinia . The mountains of Seva Gray on the bank , and far from ...
... storms , the troubled torrents pour down his sides . Joining , as they roar along , they bear the Tor- no , in foam , to the main . The Gaelic name of Scandinavia , or Scandinia . The mountains of Seva Gray on the bank , and far from ...
第 43 頁
... storms of the north . To this fled Sigurd , fierce in fight , from Harold the leader of ar- mies , when fate had brightened his spear with renown : when he conquered in that rude field , where Lulan's warriors fell in blood , or rose in ...
... storms of the north . To this fled Sigurd , fierce in fight , from Harold the leader of ar- mies , when fate had brightened his spear with renown : when he conquered in that rude field , where Lulan's warriors fell in blood , or rose in ...
第 44 頁
... storms , appears Abrupt and vast . - White wandering down his side A thousand torrents , gleaming as they glide ... storm . To this fierce Sigurd fled from Norway's lord , When fortune settled on the warrior's sword , In that rude ...
... storms , appears Abrupt and vast . - White wandering down his side A thousand torrents , gleaming as they glide ... storm . To this fierce Sigurd fled from Norway's lord , When fortune settled on the warrior's sword , In that rude ...
第 100 頁
... storm of swords he stands always ready to oppose it ? He only regrets this life who hath never known distress . The timorous man allures the devouring eagle to the field of battle . The coward , wherever he comes , is useless to himself ...
... storm of swords he stands always ready to oppose it ? He only regrets this life who hath never known distress . The timorous man allures the devouring eagle to the field of battle . The coward , wherever he comes , is useless to himself ...
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第 234 頁 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O 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 167 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 288 頁 - It is thy father, O Morar! the father of no son but thee. He heard of thy fame in war; he heard of foes dispersed. He heard of Morar's renown; why did he not hear of his wound? Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust.
第 226 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 desart comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
第 285 頁 - 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 ! Let the light of Ossian's soul arise ! "And it does arise in its strength ! I behold my departed friends.
第 159 頁 - As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle.
第 153 頁 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls; and the voice of the people is heard no more.
第 301 頁 - Like the darkened moon, he retired in the midst of the whistling blast.
第 343 頁 - Swaran," said the king of hills, "to-day our fame is greatest. We shall pass away like a dream. No sound will remain in our fields of war. Our tombs will be lost in the heath. The hunter shall not know the place of our rest.
第 134 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?