The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed dissertations on the æra and poems of Ossian, Հատոր 11807 |
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... mind . Awe moved around her stately steps . Heroes loved -but shrunk away in their fears . Yet midst the pride of all her charms , her heart was soft , and her soul was kind . She saw the mournful with tearful eyes . Transient darkness ...
... mind . Awe moved around her stately steps . Heroes loved -but shrunk away in their fears . Yet midst the pride of all her charms , her heart was soft , and her soul was kind . She saw the mournful with tearful eyes . Transient darkness ...
Էջ ix
... mind ; Awe leads her sacred steps where'er they move , And mankind worship , where they dare not love . But , mix'd with softness , was the virgin's pride , Her heart had feeling which her eyes deny'd . Her bright tears started at ...
... mind ; Awe leads her sacred steps where'er they move , And mankind worship , where they dare not love . But , mix'd with softness , was the virgin's pride , Her heart had feeling which her eyes deny'd . Her bright tears started at ...
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... minds of men some idea of a superior being . Hence it is , that in the darkest times , and amongst the most barbarous nations , the very populace themselves had some faint notion , at least , of a divinity . The Indians , who worship no ...
... minds of men some idea of a superior being . Hence it is , that in the darkest times , and amongst the most barbarous nations , the very populace themselves had some faint notion , at least , of a divinity . The Indians , who worship no ...
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Ossian. ir ovz ther wide sipro Near in the human team hay m the minds of men wo being . Hence it is , that amongst the mood 1 , 9 er Ja- ness nians indis- ver the ged em- into their and sword . for his son , rmy , and his with the hopes ...
Ossian. ir ovz ther wide sipro Near in the human team hay m the minds of men wo being . Hence it is , that amongst the mood 1 , 9 er Ja- ness nians indis- ver the ged em- into their and sword . for his son , rmy , and his with the hopes ...
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... minds of men , addicted to superstition , contracted a narrowness that destroyed genius . Accord- ingly we find the compositions of those times trivial and puerile to the last degree . But let it be allowed , that , amidst all the ...
... minds of men , addicted to superstition , contracted a narrowness that destroyed genius . Accord- ingly we find the compositions of those times trivial and puerile to the last degree . But let it be allowed , that , amidst all the ...
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Էջ 312 - 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.
Էջ 425 - It is night ; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain ; forlorn on the hill of winds ! "Rise, moon ! from behind thy clouds.
Էջ 280 - He lifted high his shadowy spear! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword; the blade of dark-brown Luno.* The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air, like a column of smoke, which the staff of the boy disturbs, as it rises from the half-extinguished furnace.
Էջ 140 - 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?
Էջ 206 - 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...
Էջ 423 - OTAR 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.
Էջ 295 - 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.
Էջ 201 - 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.
Էջ 426 - 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!
Էջ 163 - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. Why dost thou awake me, 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?