The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson, with notes and illustr. by M. Laing, Band 11805 |
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... flame edged with smoke , " Teine dall's a thaobh san smuid ; " " The silence of the king is terrible . " Cha robh sàmhchair an righ faoin , " from vanus , not vain . " The tempests ( storms ) are before my face . " Tha na stoirm a ...
... flame edged with smoke , " Teine dall's a thaobh san smuid ; " " The silence of the king is terrible . " Cha robh sàmhchair an righ faoin , " from vanus , not vain . " The tempests ( storms ) are before my face . " Tha na stoirm a ...
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... flames of fire . They roll in search of the foes of the land . Their mighty hands are on their swords . Lightning pours from their sides of steel 13 . They come like streams from 12 Cu - raoch signifies the madness of battle . Cruth ...
... flames of fire . They roll in search of the foes of the land . Their mighty hands are on their swords . Lightning pours from their sides of steel 13 . They come like streams from 12 Cu - raoch signifies the madness of battle . Cruth ...
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... flame of death ! the rapid car of Cuthullin , the noble son of Se- mo ! It bends behind , like a wave near a rock ; like the sun - streaked mist of the heath 43. Its As thick as insects play --- That drawn by milky streams at evening ...
... flame of death ! the rapid car of Cuthullin , the noble son of Se- mo ! It bends behind , like a wave near a rock ; like the sun - streaked mist of the heath 43. Its As thick as insects play --- That drawn by milky streams at evening ...
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... flame , as bending forward , he wields the spear . Fly , king of ocean , fly ! He comes , like a storm , along the streamy vale ! " " When " When did I fly , ” replied the king ? fled Swaran from the battle of spears ? When did I shrink ...
... flame , as bending forward , he wields the spear . Fly , king of ocean , fly ! He comes , like a storm , along the streamy vale ! " " When " When did I fly , ” replied the king ? fled Swaran from the battle of spears ? When did I shrink ...
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... flame unquenched , Th ' unconquerable lightning struggles through , Ragged and fierce , or in red whirling balls , And fires the mountains with redoubled rage . Black from the stroke above , the smouldering pine Stands a sad shattered ...
... flame unquenched , Th ' unconquerable lightning struggles through , Ragged and fierce , or in red whirling balls , And fires the mountains with redoubled rage . Black from the stroke above , the smouldering pine Stands a sad shattered ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 382 - 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...
Seite 344 - 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!
Seite 10 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
Seite 106 - 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.
Seite 305 - 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.
Seite 462 - 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?
Seite 195 - He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.
Seite 237 - 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.
Seite 398 - 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.
Seite 384 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.