The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Volum 21805 |
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Side 29
... thee . ] A pathetic ex- pression from the Irish ballad . " Oscar , my beloved , beloved by my beloved , son of my son , mild and valiant , my heart pants over thee like a blackbird ! Never more shall Oscar rise . " YOUNG'S Translation ...
... thee . ] A pathetic ex- pression from the Irish ballad . " Oscar , my beloved , beloved by my beloved , son of my son , mild and valiant , my heart pants over thee like a blackbird ! Never more shall Oscar rise . " YOUNG'S Translation ...
Side 31
... thee , Oscar ! When others hear of their sons , shall I not hear of thee ? The moss is on thy four grey stones . The mournful wind is there . The battle shall be fought with- out thee . Thou shalt not pursue the dark - brown hinds ...
... thee , Oscar ! When others hear of their sons , shall I not hear of thee ? The moss is on thy four grey stones . The mournful wind is there . The battle shall be fought with- out thee . Thou shalt not pursue the dark - brown hinds ...
Side 47
... thee no more ! He fell as the moon in a storm ; as the sun from the midst of his course , when clouds rise from the waste of the waves , when the blackness of the storm inwraps the rocks of Ardanni- der . I , like an ancient oak on ...
... thee no more ! He fell as the moon in a storm ; as the sun from the midst of his course , when clouds rise from the waste of the waves , when the blackness of the storm inwraps the rocks of Ardanni- der . I , like an ancient oak on ...
Side 48
... thee ; and nothing can heal Dermid . Here , pierce this bosom , Oscar ; relieve me , my friend , with thy sword . My sword , son of Diaran , shall never be stained with the blood of Dermid . Who , then , is worthy to slay me , O Oscar ...
... thee ; and nothing can heal Dermid . Here , pierce this bosom , Oscar ; relieve me , my friend , with thy sword . My sword , son of Diaran , shall never be stained with the blood of Dermid . Who , then , is worthy to slay me , O Oscar ...
Side 55
... unknown at his streams ! It is the car - borne Oscar , from the fields of war . Sud- den is thy change , my son , from what thou wert on dark Moilena ! The blast folds thee in its skirt , and rustles through the sky ! Dost thou.
... unknown at his streams ! It is the car - borne Oscar , from the fields of war . Sud- den is thy change , my son , from what thou wert on dark Moilena ! The blast folds thee in its skirt , and rustles through the sky ! Dost thou.
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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
Populære avsnitt
Side 433 - 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.
Side 433 - 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.
Side 246 - 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.
Side 314 - 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.
Side 198 - 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.
Side 132 - 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...
Side 71 - 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.
Side 413 - 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.
Side 93 - 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.
Side 242 - 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.