Tales in verse: with a version of Morduth, a poem by Douthal. By an officer in the army1810 |
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Tales in Verse: With a Version of Morduth, a Poem by Douthal. by an Officer ... <span dir=ltr>Tales</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
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Albin Althan amidst Argantes arms army Aurengzebe band battle beheld blade blast blood blow bosom brave breast bright broken lances bursting cannon Canard cheek chief clouds confest courser cried Dæmons dark DAURA dead distant dost Douthal dreadful Earl Edmund Euphrasia eyes fair falchion father fear fell fierce fight Fingal flame flashing fled frowning fury gallant gazed gleam glittered gloomy glow Gonzalvo grace hand hast heart heath heaven hero hills host King lance land light Lochlin lonely loud maid martial game mighty moon Moralt Morduth morning night numbers o'er Ossian pale plain pride rage replied rise roar rocks Rodmond roll rose round ruffian rushed shade shield shook sigh sight silent Sir Offat skies smile soon soul sparkling spear steed steel stood storm stride sudden Swanar swift sword tear tempest thee thine thou thunder tomb trembling Twas unto warriors waves wind wood yield youth
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עמוד 331 - but wiped them soon. The world was all before them where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide ; They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow. Thro' Eden took their solitary way.
עמוד 300 - Talk not of ruling in this dolorous gloom, Nor think vain words (he cried) can ease my doom. Rather I choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptered monarch of the dead.
עמוד 305 - will rejoice ! Thou art now clothed with thy brightness. Look from thy gates in the sky. Burst the cloud, O wind, that the daughter of night may look forth, that the shaggy mountains may brighten, and the ocean roll its white waves in light
עמוד 327 - shall subjoin Ossian's description. " The heroes met in fight. There was the clang of arms ! There every blow like the hundred hammers of the furnace. Terrible is the battle of the kings ; dreadful the look of their eyes. Their dark-brown shields are cleft in twain. Their steel flies broken from their helms.
עמוד 264 - They sunk from the King on either side, like two columns of morning mist, when the sun rises between them, on his glittering rocks. Dark is their rolling on either side ; each towards its reedy pool.
עמוד 326 - unsheathed. When the low hung vapour passed, he took it by the curling head. He searched its dark womb with his steel. The son of the wind forsook the air. The moon and stars returned. Such was the boldness of my race
עמוד 327 - below. But when the pride of their strength arose, they shook the hill with their heels. Rocks tumble from their places on high ; the green headed bushes are overturned. At length the strength of
עמוד 327 - every blow like the hundred hammers of the furnace. Terrible is the battle of the kings ; dreadful the look of their eyes. Their dark-brown shields are cleft in twain. Their steel flies broken from their helms. Each rushes to his hero's grasp : Their sinewy arms bend round each other : They turn from side to side, and strain and stretch their large.spreading
עמוד 325 - makes an address similar to the foregoing. " O sun! how ¡long shall thou rise on war, and roll a bloody shield through heaven ? I see the deaths of heroes dark wandering over thy face !
עמוד 329 - Fresh streamed the blood from every gaping wound, And the red torrent deluged all the ground ; Yet on his arm and knee the furious knight His bulk supported, and provoked the fight ; Again his hand the courteous victor stayed : Submit, O chief! preserve thy life ! he said. But while he paused, the fierce insidious foe