 | Bards and bardism - 1765 - 416 pages
...face; and his voice is like diftant thunder. Fingal advanced with the fpear of his ftrength, and raifed his voice on high. SON of night, retire: call thy winds and fly! Why doft thou come to my prefence, with thy fhadowy arms ? Do I fear thy gloomy form, difmal fpirit of... | |
 | Poetry - 1773 - 432 pages
...defcribed, in a fimile, in the poem concerning the death of Cuchullin. J m • his his dufky fpear. His eyes appear like flames in his dark face ; his voice is like diftant thunder. Fingal advanced his fpear in night, and raifed his voice on high. SON of night, retire... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 pages
...its wings was the fpirit of Loda. He came to his place in his terrors *, and fhook his duffcy fpear. His eyes appear like flames in his dark face ; his voice is like diftant thunder. Fingal advanced his fpear in night, and raifed his voice on high. Son of night, retire... | |
 | Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1790 - 322 pages
...his dark "face ; his voice is like diftant thunder. Fingal advanced his fpear in night, and raifed his voice on high. Son of night, retire : call thy winds, and fly t Why doft thou come to my prefence, with thy fhadowy arras ? Do I fear thy gloomy form, fpirh * the... | |
 | 1799 - 252 pages
...face; and his voice is like diftant thunder. Fingal advanced with the fpear of his ftrength, and raifed his voice on high. Son of night) retire: call thy winds and fly: Why doft thou come to my prefence, with thy (hadowy arms ? Do I fear thy gloomy form, difmal fpirit of... | |
 | Natham Drake - English literature - 1800 - 510 pages
...mountain, q? its wings was the Spirit of Loda. -He came 'to his place in his terrors, and shook Ins dusky spear. His eyes appear like flames in his dark...his spear in night, and raised his voice on high. . ." r * .••••• * ' ' • ii •. . • . " . i . ki • .T *>.• " Son of night, retire... | |
 | 1801 - 326 pages
...his dark face; his voice is like diftant thunder. Fingal advanced i)is fpear in night, and raifed hie -voice on high. Son of night, retire : call thy winds, and fly! Why doft thou come to my prefence , with thy fhadowy arms ? Do I fear thy gloomy form, fpirit of difmal... | |
 | Bards and bardism - 1803 - 352 pages
...east. A blast came from the mountain, on its wings was the spirit of Loda. He came to his place in his terrors,* and shook his dusky spear. His eyes...night, retire : call thy winds, and fly ! Why dost thou come to my presence, with thy shadowy arms ? Do I fear thy gloomy form, spirit of dismal Loda... | |
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A blast came from the mountain, on its wings was the spirit of Loda. He came to his place in his terrors, and shook his dusky spear. His eyes appear like flames in his dark face; his voice is like distant thunder. Fingal advanced his spear in night and... 
