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第18页
... behold his flying fame . The steps of his chiefs will cease in Morven , The moss of years shall grow in Selma . " Cairbar heard their words , in silence , like the cloud of a shower : it stands dark on Cromla , till the lightning bursts ...
... behold his flying fame . The steps of his chiefs will cease in Morven , The moss of years shall grow in Selma . " Cairbar heard their words , in silence , like the cloud of a shower : it stands dark on Cromla , till the lightning bursts ...
第22页
... behold the spear of Erin . The spear of Temora glitters in thy hand , son of woody Morven ! It was the pride of an hundred kings . The death of heroes of old . Yield it , son of Ossian , yield it to car- borne Cairbar ! " " Shall I ...
... behold the spear of Erin . The spear of Temora glitters in thy hand , son of woody Morven ! It was the pride of an hundred kings . The death of heroes of old . Yield it , son of Ossian , yield it to car- borne Cairbar ! " " Shall I ...
第24页
... Behold they fall before my son , like groves in the desert ; when an angry ghost rushes through 11 The trembling joy of Oscar's soul . ] Gray's trembling hope , and fearful joy , are here united . In the Elegy ; There they alike in ...
... Behold they fall before my son , like groves in the desert ; when an angry ghost rushes through 11 The trembling joy of Oscar's soul . ] Gray's trembling hope , and fearful joy , are here united . In the Elegy ; There they alike in ...
第37页
... behold my father ? Heavy is the sword of the king ; surely his arm was strong .. O that I were like him in battle , when the rage of his wrath arose ! then would I have met , with Cuthullin , the car - borne son of Cantéla ! come on , O ...
... behold my father ? Heavy is the sword of the king ; surely his arm was strong .. O that I were like him in battle , when the rage of his wrath arose ! then would I have met , with Cuthullin , the car - borne son of Cantéla ! come on , O ...
第40页
... behold him in thy halls , king of Te- mora of groves ! " " Soon may I behold the chief ! " replied the blue - eyed king . " But my soul is sad for Cuthul- lin . His voice was pleasant in mine ear . Often have we moved , on Dora , to the ...
... behold him in thy halls , king of Te- mora of groves ! " " Soon may I behold the chief ! " replied the blue - eyed king . " But my soul is sad for Cuthul- lin . His voice was pleasant in mine ear . Often have we moved , on Dora , to the ...
常见术语和短语
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
热门引用章节
第433页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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.