The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, 1. kötet1805 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 64 találatból.
20. oldal
... cave of the rock ! Thou hast fallen in dark- ness , like a star , that shoots across the desart 27 ; when the traveller is alone , and mourns the transient beam ! " 66 " Say , " said Semo's blue - eyed son , say , how fell the chiefs of ...
... cave of the rock ! Thou hast fallen in dark- ness , like a star , that shoots across the desart 27 ; when the traveller is alone , and mourns the transient beam ! " 66 " Say , " said Semo's blue - eyed son , say , how fell the chiefs of ...
21. oldal
... cave ; he spoke to the lovely Morna . Morna , fairest a- mong women 29 , lovely daughter of strong - arm- ed Cormac ! Why in the circle of stones ? in the cave of the rock alone ? The stream mur- murs along . The old tree groans in the ...
... cave ; he spoke to the lovely Morna . Morna , fairest a- mong women 29 , lovely daughter of strong - arm- ed Cormac ! Why in the circle of stones ? in the cave of the rock alone ? The stream mur- murs along . The old tree groans in the ...
25. oldal
... cave , and placed it between them , that his blood might not be mingled with hers . " Frag . Sic tibi , quum fluctus subter labera Sicanos , Doris amara suam non intermisceat undam . 36 Morna --- give me to Moina the maid . ] The ...
... cave , and placed it between them , that his blood might not be mingled with hers . " Frag . Sic tibi , quum fluctus subter labera Sicanos , Doris amara suam non intermisceat undam . 36 Morna --- give me to Moina the maid . ] The ...
26. oldal
... cave re - echoed to her sighs . " " Peace , " said Cuthullin , " to the souls of the heroes ! their deeds were great in fight . Let them ride around me on shew their features of war . clouds . Let them My soul shall then be firm in ...
... cave re - echoed to her sighs . " " Peace , " said Cuthullin , " to the souls of the heroes ! their deeds were great in fight . Let them ride around me on shew their features of war . clouds . Let them My soul shall then be firm in ...
38. oldal
... caves . 56 The Isle of Sky ; not improperly called the isle of mist , as its high hills , which catch the clouds from the western ocean , occasion almost continual rains . MACPHERSON . The Isle of mist , Innis Ceathach ; Macpherson's ...
... caves . 56 The Isle of Sky ; not improperly called the isle of mist , as its high hills , which catch the clouds from the western ocean , occasion almost continual rains . MACPHERSON . The Isle of mist , Innis Ceathach ; Macpherson's ...
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The Poems of Ossian, &c. Containing the Poetical Works of J. Macpherson ... Ossian Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
The Poems of Ossian, &C. Containing the Poetical Works of J. Macpherson ... Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2020 |
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Æneid arms art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood breast Cairbar Calmar car-borne Carril Carthon cave chace chief clouds Comala Cona Connal Cromla Cuthullin Dar-thula Dargo dark daugh daughter death distant dost thou Earse echoing edit Erin eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell Fillan Fingal flame friends Gaul ghost grey grief hair hall harp hear heard heath heaven heroes Highlander hill imitation Irish ballad king of Morven king of swords Lathmon lift light Lochlin maid meteor midst mighty mist moon Morna Morni morning mountain mournful Nathos night o'er Oscar Ossian pale poem POPE's Iliad renown rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Ryno sails Selma shield side sigh silent song Song of Solomon sons soul sound spear storm stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Torman trembling Ullin Uthal vale voice waves wind youth
Népszerű szakaszok
382. oldal - 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...
344. oldal - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth, in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course!
10. oldal - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
106. oldal - 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 passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast; And pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
305. oldal - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest uniil water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
462. oldal - Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead; low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice; no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake?
195. oldal - He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.
237. oldal - 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.
398. oldal - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the LORD went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand : and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
384. oldal - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.