| George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 páginas
...Helmets are cleft on high. Blood so bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. nd wandering seem but folly, — Should we be loth to stir from home, 60 And yet be melancholy As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll 85 the waves on high; as the last peal of thunder in... | |
| Meta Helena Miller - 1925 - 218 páginas
...« Helmets are cleft on high. Blood bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky. Spears fall like the circles of light, which gild the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high. As the last peal of thunder in Heaven,... | |
| R. R. Agrawal - 1990 - 316 páginas
...steel. Helmets are cleft on high. Blood bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky. Spears fall like the circles of light, which gild the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high; as the last peal of thunder in heaven,... | |
| Adam Potkay - 1994 - 276 páginas
...Fingal: "Helmets are cleft on high. Blood bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky. Spears fall like the circles of light which gild the face of the night" (233). Yet Ossian's language purposefully distracts us from the brutality it implies: the... | |
| Michael O'Clery - 2003 - 398 páginas
...helmets are cleft on high — blood bursts and smokes around — strings murmur on the polished yew — darts rush along the sky — spears fall like the circles of light, which brighten the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high — as... | |
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