The Poems of Ossian, 第 2 卷W. Strahan and T. Becket, 1773 |
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... spirits of their fathers came ; fhewing their pale forms from the chinky rocks reminding them of the honor of Bolga . 66 Why should Conar reign , " they faid , " the fon of refounding Morven ? " THEY came forth , like the ftreams of the ...
... spirits of their fathers came ; fhewing their pale forms from the chinky rocks reminding them of the honor of Bolga . 66 Why should Conar reign , " they faid , " the fon of refounding Morven ? " THEY came forth , like the ftreams of the ...
第 37 頁
... spirit of his fon might rejoice . that * Colg - er , fiercely - looking warrior . Sulin - corma , blue eyes . Colgar was the eldest of the fons of Trathal : Comhal , who was the father of Fingal , was very young when the prefent ex ...
... spirit of his fon might rejoice . that * Colg - er , fiercely - looking warrior . Sulin - corma , blue eyes . Colgar was the eldest of the fons of Trathal : Comhal , who was the father of Fingal , was very young when the prefent ex ...
第 39 頁
... spirit of their fathers fpoke from a cloud of night . Dreadful fhone they to the light ; like the fall of the ftream ... spirits of the deceased haunted it , by night , which adds more terror to the description introduced here . The ...
... spirit of their fathers fpoke from a cloud of night . Dreadful fhone they to the light ; like the fall of the ftream ... spirits of the deceased haunted it , by night , which adds more terror to the description introduced here . The ...
第 46 頁
... spirit of low - laid Cairbar . He saw him , without his fong , rolled in a blast of night . He rofe . His Reps were round the hoft . He ftruck , at times , his ecchoing fhield . The found reached Offian's ear , on Mora's moffy brow . 66 ...
... spirit of low - laid Cairbar . He saw him , without his fong , rolled in a blast of night . He rofe . His Reps were round the hoft . He ftruck , at times , his ecchoing fhield . The found reached Offian's ear , on Mora's moffy brow . 66 ...
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... , chief of Clutha , Gaul went to his father's tomb to take the fword . His addrefs to the spirit of the deceased hero , is the fubject of the following fhort poem . ON ON his fpear leans Fillan of Selma * , in 56 Book IIL TEM OR A :
... , chief of Clutha , Gaul went to his father's tomb to take the fword . His addrefs to the spirit of the deceased hero , is the fubject of the following fhort poem . ON ON his fpear leans Fillan of Selma * , in 56 Book IIL TEM OR A :
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againſt anceſtors arife art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends blaft blaſt Cairbar Caledonians Cathmor chief circumftances Clatho Clono cloud compofition Conar Cormac courſe Cuthullin dark darkneſs death defart defcended defcribed defcription Druids ecchoing Erin eyes faid fame father feaft feem fentiment fhall fhield fhould fide field figh filent Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg firft flain Foldath fome fong foul fpear fpirit ftate fteps ftill ftone ftorm ftrangers ftream ftrength ftrife fubject fublime fuch fword Gaul ghofts grey hall harp heath heroes hill himſelf hoft Homer Iliad Ireland Irish king laft lift mift moffy moft Moi-lena Morni Morven moſt night occafion Ofcar Offian paffed perfon Picts pleaſant poem poet poetry poffeffed praiſe raiſed reft rife rock roes rofe rolled Selma ſhall ſon ſpread ſteps Strutha Sul-malla Temora thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou Uthal voice warrior waves whofe winds
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第 207 頁 - Fingal has received his fame. We passed away, like flames that had shone for a season. Our departure was in renown. Though the plains of our battles are dark and silent; our fame is in the four grey stones. The voice of Ossian has been heard. The harp has been strung in Selma. "Come, Ossian, come away," he says, "come, fly with thy fathers on clouds.
第 395 頁 - As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills, so towards each other approached the heroes. As two dark streams from high rocks meet and mix, and roar on the plain: loud, rough, and dark in battle meet Lochlin and Inisfail. ... 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 the battle.
第 411 頁 - Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew...
第 373 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. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers.
第 336 頁 - O Ofcar ! bend the ftrong in arm, but fpare the feeble hand. Be thou a ftream of many tides againft the foes of thy people, but like the gale that moves the grafs to thofe who afk thy aid.
第 286 頁 - ... The genius of men is then much turned to admiration and astonishment. Meeting with many objects, to them new and strange, their imagination Is kept glowing, and their passions are often raised to the utmost. They think and express themselves boldly, and without restraint. In the progress of society, the genius and manners of men undergo a change more favourable to accuracy, than to strength or sublimity.
第 346 頁 - Moina is often seen, when the sunbeam darts on the rock, and all around is dark. There she is seen, Malvina, but not like the daughters of the hill. Her robes are from the stranger's land; and she is still alone.
第 413 頁 - For neither were ye playing on the fteep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the fhaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva fpreads her wifard ftream :55 Ay me!
第 66 頁 - Joy, like the rustling gale, comes on the soul of the king. He remembers the battles of old; the days, wherein his fathers fought. The days of old return on Fingal's mind, as he beholds the renown of his son. As the son rejoices, from his cloud, over the tree his beams have raised, as it shakes its lonely head on the heath ; so joyful is the king over Fillan...
第 424 頁 - I hear, at times, the ghosts of bards, and learn their pleasant song. But memory fails on my mind. I hear the call of years! They say, as they pass along, why does Ossian sing?