The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the aera and poems of Ossian1834 |
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... thee ? The oak falleth from the high moun- tain ; the rock and the precipice fall under old age ; the ocean ebbeth and floweth , the moon is lost above in the sky ; but thou alone for ever in victory , in the rejoicing of thy own light ...
... thee ? The oak falleth from the high moun- tain ; the rock and the precipice fall under old age ; the ocean ebbeth and floweth , the moon is lost above in the sky ; but thou alone for ever in victory , in the rejoicing of thy own light ...
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... thee ; they are thy strength in the field . Then shalt thou be long renowned , and behold the tombs of thy fathers . ' But the poet's art is not yet exhausted . The fall of this noble young warrior , or , in Ossian's style , the ...
... thee ; they are thy strength in the field . Then shalt thou be long renowned , and behold the tombs of thy fathers . ' But the poet's art is not yet exhausted . The fall of this noble young warrior , or , in Ossian's style , the ...
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... thee , like the darkened half of the moon behind its growing light . ' - The great objection made to Ossian's imagery , is its uniformity , and the too fre- quent repetition of the same comparison . In a work so thick - sown with ...
... thee , like the darkened half of the moon behind its growing light . ' - The great objection made to Ossian's imagery , is its uniformity , and the too fre- quent repetition of the same comparison . In a work so thick - sown with ...
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... thee for my sails . ' And now his imagination being wrought up to conceive her as , at that moment , really in this situation , he becomes afraid of the harm she may receive from the inclemency of the night ; and with an enthusiasm ...
... thee for my sails . ' And now his imagination being wrought up to conceive her as , at that moment , really in this situation , he becomes afraid of the harm she may receive from the inclemency of the night ; and with an enthusiasm ...
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... thee at night , no more ? Yes , they have fallen , fair light ! and thou dost often retire to mourn . ' We may be at a loss to comprehend , at first view , the ground of these speculations of Ossian , concerning the moon ; but when all ...
... thee at night , no more ? Yes , they have fallen , fair light ! and thou dost often retire to mourn . ' We may be at a loss to comprehend , at first view , the ground of these speculations of Ossian , concerning the moon ; but when all ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms arose art thou Balclutha bards battle beam behold bend blast blood blue streams breast Cairbar Calmar Carril Carthon Cathmor cave chief cloud Clutha Comala Cona Connal Cormac Cromla Cuthullin dark dark-brown daughter death distant dost thou dwelling echoing Erin eyes fallen fame fathers feast feeble fell field fight Fillan Fingal fled friends Gaul ghosts gray grief hair hall hand harp hear heard heath heaven heroes hill Iliad king of Morven king of swords Lego lift light Lochlin maid meteor midst mighty mist moon Morni mournful night Oscar Ossian poems poet race raised renowned rise roar rock rolled rose rushed Ryno Selma shells shield side sigh silent song sons soul sound spear Starno steel stood storm strangers stream strength Swaran sword tears Temora thee tomb Torman trembling Trenmor Ullin vale voice warriors waves white-bosomed wind youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 85 - Whence are thy beams, () 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?
Seite 43 - 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?
Seite 85 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.
Seite 82 - Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy halfworn shield. And let the blast of the desert come! we shall be renowned in our day!
Seite 57 - 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 85 - Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst of his journey.
Seite 55 - 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.
Seite 108 - 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. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings: the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee: they bathe thy lovely hair....
Seite 108 - ... 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. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile and depart. The waves come with joy around thee : they bathe thy lovely hair. Farewell, thou silent beam...
Seite 109 - Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead!