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第 12 頁
... arms a woody plain embrace ; Along the tree - set vale a riv'let flowed , And murmured softly through the underwood . 3 The red eye of his fear is sad --- His steps are short . He often stops , & c . ] Color ei exsanguis : fœdi oculi ...
... arms a woody plain embrace ; Along the tree - set vale a riv'let flowed , And murmured softly through the underwood . 3 The red eye of his fear is sad --- His steps are short . He often stops , & c . ] Color ei exsanguis : fœdi oculi ...
第 19 頁
... arms are weak . Cathmor is a foe to strife at the feast ! His soul is bright as that sun ! But Cairbar must fight with Oscar , chiefs of woody Temora ! His words for Cathol were many ; the wrath of Cair- bar burns . He shall fall on Moi ...
... arms are weak . Cathmor is a foe to strife at the feast ! His soul is bright as that sun ! But Cairbar must fight with Oscar , chiefs of woody Temora ! His words for Cathol were many ; the wrath of Cair- bar burns . He shall fall on Moi ...
第 22 頁
... arms . Darkness gathers on his brow . The hundred harps cease at once . The clang of shields is heard . Far distant on the heath Olla raised a song of woe . My son knew the sign of death ; and rising , seized his spear . << Oscar ...
... arms . Darkness gathers on his brow . The hundred harps cease at once . The clang of shields is heard . Far distant on the heath Olla raised a song of woe . My son knew the sign of death ; and rising , seized his spear . << Oscar ...
第 30 頁
... arms . Weep , ye heroes of Mor- ven ! never more shall Oscar rise 18 ! " 18 And they did weep , O Fingal ! Dear was the hero to their souls . He went out to battle , and the foes vanished . He returned , in peace , amidst their joy . No ...
... arms . Weep , ye heroes of Mor- ven ! never more shall Oscar rise 18 ! " 18 And they did weep , O Fingal ! Dear was the hero to their souls . He went out to battle , and the foes vanished . He returned , in peace , amidst their joy . No ...
第 42 頁
... arms to Temora ? chief of the gloomy brow . Let not thy sword rise against Cormac ! Whither dost thou turn thy speed ... arm is weak . " The sword entered the side of the king . He fell in the halls of his fathers . His fair hair is in ...
... arms to Temora ? chief of the gloomy brow . Let not thy sword rise against Cormac ! Whither dost thou turn thy speed ... arm is weak . " The sword entered the side of the king . He fell in the halls of his fathers . His fair hair is in ...
常見字詞
aislin Alpin arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends beneath blast blood bosom breast brow Cairbar Cathmor cave chief Clatho Clono cloud Cormac Dargo dark daughter death Dermid descend Earse echoing EPIC POEM Erin eyes fair fall fame father feast fell field Fillan Fingal Firbolg fire flies Foldath Gaul ghosts gleaming grey hall harp head hear heard heath heaven hero hill hunter Iliad king Lego light locks Loda look Lumon MACPHERSON maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena moon Morven mountains mournful night o'er Oscar Ossian plain poem POPE's race rise roar rock roes rolled rose round rush sable Selma shield side sighs silent Somerled song soul sound spear sruth starry plough steel stood storm stream strife Sul-malla sword tears Temora thee thou Thuit tomb tree trembling Trenmor Ullin vale voice warrior waves winds wing young youth
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第 433 頁 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
第 433 頁 - SING unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord, all the earth. Sing unto the Lord, bless his name ; shew forth his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the heathen, his wonders among all people. For the Lord is great, and greatly to be praised : he is to be feared above all gods.
第 246 頁 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
第 314 頁 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
第 198 頁 - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
第 132 頁 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
第 71 頁 - Of gathering vapour, from the baffled sense Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : Vanish the woods ; the dim-seen river seems Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.
第 413 頁 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
第 93 頁 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
第 242 頁 - Through the thick gloom of some tempestuous night Orion's dog (the year when autumn weighs) And o'er the feebler stars exerts his rays; Terrific glory ! for his burning breath Taints the red air with fevers, plagues, and death . So flam'd his fiery mail.