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第 7 頁
... harp to be strung , and the voice of the bard to arise ; that those who fall may rejoice in their fame ; and the soul of Morni brighten with joy . Ossian ! thou hast fought in battles : the blood of strangers is on thy spear : thy ...
... harp to be strung , and the voice of the bard to arise ; that those who fall may rejoice in their fame ; and the soul of Morni brighten with joy . Ossian ! thou hast fought in battles : the blood of strangers is on thy spear : thy ...
第 8 頁
... harp Ullin was near with his song . He sung of the mighty Comhal ; but darkness ' ga- thered on Morni's brow . He rolled his red eye on Ullin : at once ceased the song of the bard . Fingal observed the aged hero , and he mildly с Ossian ...
... harp Ullin was near with his song . He sung of the mighty Comhal ; but darkness ' ga- thered on Morni's brow . He rolled his red eye on Ullin : at once ceased the song of the bard . Fingal observed the aged hero , and he mildly с Ossian ...
第 17 頁
... harp of music : we blessed the daughter of Branno ! Fingal rose in his place , and spoke to Lath- mon , king of spears . The sword of Trenmor shook by his side , as high he raised his mighty " Son of Nuäth , " he said , " why dost arm ...
... harp of music : we blessed the daughter of Branno ! Fingal rose in his place , and spoke to Lath- mon , king of spears . The sword of Trenmor shook by his side , as high he raised his mighty " Son of Nuäth , " he said , " why dost arm ...
第 37 頁
... harp . Ossian , touch the trembling string . Bid the sorrow rise : that their spirits may fly with joy to Morven's woody hills ! " I touched the harp before the king ; the sound was mournful and low . " Bend forward from your clouds ...
... harp . Ossian , touch the trembling string . Bid the sorrow rise : that their spirits may fly with joy to Morven's woody hills ! " I touched the harp before the king ; the sound was mournful and low . " Bend forward from your clouds ...
第 44 頁
... harp beneath a tree . His grey locks glitter in the beam . The rustling blast of night is near , and lifts his aged hair . His song is of the blue Togorma , and of its chief , Cuthullin's friend ! " Why art thou absent , Connal , in the ...
... harp beneath a tree . His grey locks glitter in the beam . The rustling blast of night is near , and lifts his aged hair . His song is of the blue Togorma , and of its chief , Cuthullin's friend ! " Why art thou absent , Connal , in the ...
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第 21 頁 - POEM. .DAUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou! the silence of thy face is pleasant ! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon ! They brighten their dark-brown sides.
第 263 頁 - I saw their chief, tall as a rock of ice ; his spear, the blasted fir ; his shield, the rising moon ; he sat on the shore, like a cloud of mist On the hi 1 In.
第 298 頁 - Deugala was the spouse of Cairbar, chief of the plains of Ullin. She was covered with the light of beauty, but her heart was the house of pride.
第 71 頁 - The blue waves of Ullin roll in light; the green hills are covered with day; trees shake their dusky heads in the breeze.
第 251 頁 - Did not Ossian hear a voice ? or is it the sound of days that are no more? Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times on my soul.
第 316 頁 - Oscar ! bend the strong in arm; but spare the feeble hand. Be thou a stream of many tides against the foes of thy people; but like the gale that moves the grass to those who ask thine aid.—So Tremor lived; such Trathal was; and such has Fingal been. My arm was the support of the injured; and the weak rested behind the lightning of my steel.
第 274 頁 - Were Fingal himself before me, my soul should not darken with fear. Arise to battle, my thousands ! pour round me like the echoing main. Gather round the bright steel of your king; strong as the rocks of my land ; that meet the storm with joy, and stretch their dark pines to the wind!
第 273 頁 - The high-maned, broad-breasted, proud, Wide-leaping, strong steed of the hill. Loud and resounding is his hoof; The spreading of his mane above Is like a stream of smoke on a ridge of rocks. Bright are the sides of the steed...
第 262 頁 - Moran !' replied the blue-eyed chief, ' thou ever tremblest, son of Fithil! Thy fears have increased the foe. It is Fingal, King of deserts, with aid to green Erin of streams.
第 265 頁 - Lightning pours from their sides of steel. They come like streams from the mountains; each rushes roaring from his hill. Bright are the chiefs of battle, in the armor of their fathers. Gloomy and dark their heroes follow, like the gathering of the rainy clouds behind the red meteors of heaven.