The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the era and poems of Ossian, Band 11805 |
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... behold the engagement , attended by his bards , and waving the lightning of his sword ; his perceiving the chiefs overpowered by numbers , but from unwil lingness to deprive them of the glory of victory , by coming in person to their ...
... behold the engagement , attended by his bards , and waving the lightning of his sword ; his perceiving the chiefs overpowered by numbers , but from unwil lingness to deprive them of the glory of victory , by coming in person to their ...
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... behold his tears . An aged " man he seemed , and full of thought . " The ghosts of strangers mingle not with those of the natives . " She is seen ; but not like the daughters of " the hill . Her robes are from the strangers land ; and ...
... behold his tears . An aged " man he seemed , and full of thought . " The ghosts of strangers mingle not with those of the natives . " She is seen ; but not like the daughters of " the hill . Her robes are from the strangers land ; and ...
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... a foe . Let thy people be a ridge behind thee ; " they are thy strength in the field . Then shalt thou " be long renowned , and behold the tombs of thy fa- thers . " On the next day , the greatest and the last ON THE POEMS OF OSSIAN . 95.
... a foe . Let thy people be a ridge behind thee ; " they are thy strength in the field . Then shalt thou " be long renowned , and behold the tombs of thy fa- thers . " On the next day , the greatest and the last ON THE POEMS OF OSSIAN . 95.
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... behold that early beam of thine ! " The host is withered in its course . No farther look- " it is dark - light - trembling from the harp , strike , " virgins strike the sound . The sudden interrup- tion , and suspense of the narration ...
... behold that early beam of thine ! " The host is withered in its course . No farther look- " it is dark - light - trembling from the harp , strike , " virgins strike the sound . The sudden interrup- tion , and suspense of the narration ...
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... behold the hero . The ob jects which he pursues are always truly great ; to bend the proud ; to protect the injured ; to defend his friends ; to overcome his enemies by generosity more than by force . A portion of the same spirit ...
... behold the hero . The ob jects which he pursues are always truly great ; to bend the proud ; to protect the injured ; to defend his friends ; to overcome his enemies by generosity more than by force . A portion of the same spirit ...
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The Poems of Ossian, Tr. by J. MacPherson. to Which Are Prefixed ... Ossian Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
The Poems of Ossian, Tr. by J. MacPherson. to Which Are Prefixed ... Ossian Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Agandecca ancient Angus Macneil antiquity appears arms bards battle beam beautiful behold blast breast Cairbar Caledonians Calmar Carril cave Celtic chief clouds Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Culdees Cuthullin dark dark-brown daugh daughter death deer desart distant druids echoing epic Erin Erragon eyes fame fathers feast feeble fell Fillan Fingal Fion Firbolg friends Gaul genius ghosts hall hand harp hear heard heath heroes Hidallan Highlands hill Homer Iliad Ireland Irish king of Morven king of swords Lena light Lochlin maid manners meteor mighty mist moon Morna mournful nations night numbers Oscar Ossian pale Picts poems poet poetical poetry race raise renowned rest rise roaring rock rolling Ryno Scotland Scots Semo sentiment shield sigh song sons soul sound spear spirit steel storm strangers stream sublime sun-beam Swaran sword tears Temora thee thou tion tomb Torman translation Trenmor Ullin voice waves wind youth
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Seite 120 - The other contains a short, but exquisitely tender image, accompanied with the finest poetical painting. " The " music of Carril was like the memory of joys that " are past, pleasant and mournful to the soul.
Seite 123 - The land through which we have gone to search it, is a land that eateth up the inhabitants thereof; and all the people that we saw in it, are men of a great stature. And there we saw the giants, the sons of Anak, which come of the giants : and we were in our own sight as grasshoppers, and so we were in their sight.
Seite 121 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters : but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Seite 50 - That state, in which human nature shoots wild and free, though unfit for other improvements, certainly encourages the high exertions of fancy and passion.
Seite 152 - From the hill I return, O Morna, from the hill of the dark-brown hinds. Three have I slain with my bended yew. Three with my long bounding dogs of the chace.
Seite 99 - O gale, it seems to say, I am covered with the drops of heaven? The time of my fading is near, and the blast that shall scatter my leaves. Tomorrow shall the traveller come, he that saw me in my beauty shall come; his eyes will search the field, but they will not find me?
Seite 162 - Crugal, or find his lone steps in the heath. I am light as the blast of Cromla, and I move like the shadow of mist. Connal, son of Colgar, I see the dark cloud of death: it hovers over the plains of Lena. The sons of green Erin shall fall. Remove from the field of ghosts.
Seite 87 - 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...
Seite 125 - Where have ye been, ye southern winds ! when the sons of my love were deceived ? But ye have been sporting on plains, pursuing the thistle's beard.
Seite 118 - They fell, like three young oaks which stood alone on " the hill. The traveller saw the lovely trees, and " wondered how they grew so lonely. The blast of the " desert came by night, and laid their green heads low. " Next day he returned; but they were withered, and the