The Poems of OssianThomas, Cowperthwait & Company, 1839 - 413 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 53 筆
第 35 頁
... mournful with tearful eyes . Transient darkness arose in her breast . Her joy was in the chase . Each morning , when doubtful light wandered dimly on Lulan's waves , she roused the re- sounding woods , to Gormal's head of snow . Nor ...
... mournful with tearful eyes . Transient darkness arose in her breast . Her joy was in the chase . Each morning , when doubtful light wandered dimly on Lulan's waves , she roused the re- sounding woods , to Gormal's head of snow . Nor ...
第 105 頁
... mournful , O daughter of Toscar , and their days are few . " of grief , " generally signifies to raise the strain of soft and finely characterises the taste of Ossian's age and country . In those days , when the songs of bards were the ...
... mournful , O daughter of Toscar , and their days are few . " of grief , " generally signifies to raise the strain of soft and finely characterises the taste of Ossian's age and country . In those days , when the songs of bards were the ...
第 109 頁
... mournful music . Armin appears disturbed at a performance of this kind . Carmor says to him , " Why bursts the sigh of Armin ? is there a cause to mourn ? The song comes with its music to melt and please the ear . It is like soft mist ...
... mournful music . Armin appears disturbed at a performance of this kind . Carmor says to him , " Why bursts the sigh of Armin ? is there a cause to mourn ? The song comes with its music to melt and please the ear . It is like soft mist ...
第 113 頁
... mournful daughter ? Why did not I pass away in secret , like the flower of the rock , that lifts its fair head unseen , and strews its withered leaves on the blast ? " The music of bards , a favourite object with Ossian , is illustrated ...
... mournful daughter ? Why did not I pass away in secret , like the flower of the rock , that lifts its fair head unseen , and strews its withered leaves on the blast ? " The music of bards , a favourite object with Ossian , is illustrated ...
第 120 頁
... mournful daughter ? Why did not I pass away in secret , like the flower of the rock , that lifts its fair head unseen , and strews its withered leaves on the blast ? Why didst thou come , O Gaul ! to hear my departing sigh ? O had I ...
... mournful daughter ? Why did not I pass away in secret , like the flower of the rock , that lifts its fair head unseen , and strews its withered leaves on the blast ? Why didst thou come , O Gaul ! to hear my departing sigh ? O had I ...
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第 112 頁 - I was a lovely tree in thy presence, Oscar, with all my branches round me : but thy death came like a blast from the desert, and laid my green head low : the spring returned with its showers, but no leaf of mine arose.
第 157 頁 - Two stones half sunk in the ground, shew their heads of moss. The deer of the mountain avoids the place, for he beholds a dim ghost standing there.
第 117 頁 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream-- Ay me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there; for what could that have done?
第 92 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?
第 116 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 214 頁 - ... his bow near him, unstrung: his dogs panting around him. But here I must sit alone, by the rock of the mossy stream. The stream and the wind roar aloud. I hear not the voice of my love! Why delays my Salgar, why the chief of the hill, his promise? Here is the rock, and here the tree! here is the roaring stream! Thou didst promise with night to be here. Ah! whither is my Salgar gone? With thee I would fly, from my father; with thee, from my brother of pride. Our race have long been foes; we are...
第 150 頁 - Thou frownest in vain : I never fled from the mighty in war. And shall the sons of the wind frighten the king of Morven ? No ! he knows the weakness of their arms ! Fly to thy land...
第 213 頁 - STAR of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ; the stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock.
第 211 頁 - Oscur were one : They reaped the battle together. Their friendship was strong as their steel ; and death walked between them to the field.
第 215 頁 - O my brother! my brother! why hast thou slain my Salgar? why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love!