Der Stil des Macphersonschen OssianMayer & Müller, 1904 - 82 pages |
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... rocks ! Come , thou huntress of Lutha , roll back his soul to the bard . I look forward to Lochlin of lakes , to the dark , ridgy bay of U - thorno , where Fingal des- cended from Ocean , from the roar of winds . Nor Gormal's mossy ...
... rocks ! Come , thou huntress of Lutha , roll back his soul to the bard . I look forward to Lochlin of lakes , to the dark , ridgy bay of U - thorno , where Fingal des- cended from Ocean , from the roar of winds . Nor Gormal's mossy ...
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... rock . Das Meer und seine Erscheinungen stehen zurück ; wir haben es vorzugsweise mit Landepen zu tun . Nur Ströme und vereinzelt auch die Seen spielen eine bedeutendere Rolle . Der Bergstrom mit seiner Poesie wird , lieblich fließend ...
... rock . Das Meer und seine Erscheinungen stehen zurück ; wir haben es vorzugsweise mit Landepen zu tun . Nur Ströme und vereinzelt auch die Seen spielen eine bedeutendere Rolle . Der Bergstrom mit seiner Poesie wird , lieblich fließend ...
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... rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe With haggard eyes the Poet stood . Die Volksballade schränkt die Zeichnung der Umgebung auf ein Minimum ein . Zwar skizziert sie häufig ...
... rock , whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood , Robed in the sable garb of woe With haggard eyes the Poet stood . Die Volksballade schränkt die Zeichnung der Umgebung auf ein Minimum ein . Zwar skizziert sie häufig ...
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... rock of the móssy stréam I , 144 ; II , 211 . Stár of the falling níght ! | faír is thy light in the wést ! II , 209. Céase a little while , o wind ! | stréam , be thou sílent a while II , 211. The souls of the héroes were sád , when ...
... rock of the móssy stréam I , 144 ; II , 211 . Stár of the falling níght ! | faír is thy light in the wést ! II , 209. Céase a little while , o wind ! | stréam , be thou sílent a while II , 211. The souls of the héroes were sád , when ...
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... rock of the hill ; from the top of the windy moúntain , | speák ye ghósts of the dead ! II , 212. Alóne , on the séa- beat rock , my daughter was heard to compláin . | Fréquent and loud were her críes ; nor cóuld her fáther reliéve her ...
... rock of the hill ; from the top of the windy moúntain , | speák ye ghósts of the dead ! II , 212. Alóne , on the séa- beat rock , my daughter was heard to compláin . | Fréquent and loud were her críes ; nor cóuld her fáther reliéve her ...
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Page 66 - When through the clouds he drives the trembling doves ; As from the god she flew with furious pace, Or as the god, more furious...
Page 10 - Daughter of Heaven, fair art thou ! the silence of thy face is pleasant. Thou comest forth in loveliness : the stars attend thy blue steps in the east.
Page 8 - Fingal, an Ancient Epic Poem in Six Books: Together with Several Other Poems, Composed by Ossian, the Son of Fingal. Translated from the Galic Language, by James Macpherson.
Page 24 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Page 10 - 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.
Page 28 - The Celts, with their vehement reaction against the despotism of fact, with their sensuous nature, their manifold striving, their adverse destiny, their immense calamities, the Celts are the prime authors of this vein of piercing regret and passion, — of this Titanism in poetry. A famous book, Macpherson's Ossian, carried in the last century this vein like a flood of lava through Europe.
Page 11 - DAUGHTER of heaven, fair art thou ! the silence of thy face is pleasant ! Thou comest forth in loveliness. The stars attend thy blue course in the east. The clouds rejoice in thy presence, O moon! they brighten their dark-brown sides. Who is like thee in heaven, light of the silent night? The stars are ashamed in thy presence.
Page 5 - OSSIAN. The Poems of Ossian in the Original Gaelic. With a Literal Translation into English, and a Dissertation on the Authenticity of the Poems.
Page 11 - Starno sent a dweller of Loda, to bid Fingal to the feast ; but the king remembered the past, and all his rage arose. " Nor Gormal's mossy towers, nor Starno shall Fingal behold. Deaths wander, like shadows, over his fiery soul ! Do I forget that beam of light, the white-handed daughter of -kings ? Go, son of Loda ; his words are wind to Fingal : wind, that, to and fro, drives the thistle, in autumn's dusky vale...
Page 22 - The Celt's quick feeling for what is noble and distinguished gave his poetry style ; his indomitable personality gave it pride and passion; his sensibility and nervous exaltation gave it a better gift still, the gift of rendering with wonderful felicity the magical charm of nature.