Ossians Einfluss auf Byrons JugendgedichteE. Felber, 1903 - 32 pages |
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Page 27 - For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight: They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down. Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Page 10 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its...
Page 30 - Each hero is a pillar of darkness ; the sword a beam of fire, in his hand. The field echoes from wing to wing, as a hundred hammers that rise, by turns, on the red son of the furnace.
Page 7 - The ghosts of fathers, they say, call away the souls of their race, while they behold them lonely in the midst of woe. Call me, my father, away ! When Cathmor is low on earth, then shall Sul-malla be lonely in the midst of woe 1
Page 27 - Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Page 15 - Hand-Coleridges und Protheros: Es ist ein Brief, der dem Herausgeber selbst zu spät zugegangen ist, um ihn an gehöriger Stelle einzureihen. Er steht, in eine Anmerkung versteckt, im zweiten Band der Letters S. 19, ist in Southwell geschrieben am 16. April 1807. gerade zu der Zeit also, aus der wir ein direktes Zeugnis brauchen, und enthält folgende Stelle: Nothing detains me here but the publication •which will not be complete till June. About twenty of the present piece.s will be cut out and...
Page 2 - Genehmigt von der philosophischen Fakultät der Universität Jena auf Antrag des Herrn Professor Dr.
Page 16 - ... S. 164) steht folgendes: Our sympathy is strongly excited in favour of the amiable brave and generous Carthon who has fallen by the hand of his unknown father. That the Poet possesses the talent of raising to a great degree both the tender and more violent passions of the mind by his sentiments as well as his descriptions will not be questioned by those who are themselves possessed of the smallest share of sensibility and have read his poems with any measure of attention. These indeed are almost...
Page 10 - They have but fallen before us: for one day we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou lookest from thy towers today; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.
Page 13 - 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.