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" We came to the silent bay, and heard the maid of night. " How long will ye roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whistling tree. "
The History of Great Britain: From the First Invasion of it by the Romans ... - Page 322
by Robert Henry - 1800
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The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal

Bards and bardism - 1765 - 416 pages
...been confined to a defart Jihad by her lover Uthal. How long will ye roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whiftling tree*. The feaft was fpread in Torthoma's hall; my father delighted in my voice. The youths...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Poetry - 1773 - 466 pages
...fnow. Her dark hair is in the wind. Hear, fon of Fingal, her fong, it is fmooth as the gliding ftream." We came to the filent bay, and heard the maid of night. " How long will ye roll around me, bluetumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whirling tree....
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The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2

Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1783 - 274 pages
...Hear, (on ofFingal, her fong, it is fmooth as the gliding waters of Lavath. — We came to the iilent bay , and heard the maid of night. How long will ye roll around me , bluetumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves , nor beneath the whiftling tree....
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The History of Great Britain: From the First Invasion of it by the ..., Volume 2

Robert Henry - Great Britain - 1788 - 518 pages
...night.-^-How long will ye roll around "- me, blue-tumbling .waters of ocean ? My « dwelling wasinot always in caves, nor beneath " the whittling tree. The feaft was fpread in tc Forthoma's hall j my father delighted in my " voice. The youths beheld me in the fteps of *c my...
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The Poems of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 1

1799 - 252 pages
...came to the filent bay, and heard thfe maid of night. " How long will ye roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves,...beneath the whittling tree. The feaft was fpread in Torthoma's hall; rny father delighted in my voice. The youths beheld me in the fteps of my lovelinefs,...
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Poems

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1803 - 228 pages
...Ninathoma, And they blessed the white-bosom'd Maid ! * How long will yc roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whistling tree. My feast was spread in Torthoma's Hall. The youths beheld me in my loveliness. They...
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The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J ..., Volume 1

Ossian - 1805 - 648 pages
...the wind. Hear, son of Fingal, her song, it is smooth ?.s the gliding stream. We came to the silent bay, and heard the maid of night. " How long will ye roll around me, bluetumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whistling tree....
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. Blair's critical ..., Volume 2

Ossian - 1806 - 364 pages
...been confined to a desert island by her lover Uthal. " How long will ye roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whistling tree. The feast was spread in Torth6ma's hall. My father delighted in my voice. The youths...
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v. 3-4 449-1066

Robert Henry - Great Britain - 1814 - 534 pages
...like lightning to their relief. " We came to the fllent bay, and heard the ** maid of night,—How long will ye roll around " me, blue tumbling waters...dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath ** the whiftling tree. The feaft was fpread in " Forthoma's hall; my father delighted in my " voice. The youths...
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The Ancient Mariner: And Other Poems

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Poetry, Modern - 1836 - 170 pages
...the departed When they visit the dreams of my rest. * How long will ye roll around me, blue-tumbling waters of ocean ? My dwelling was not always in caves, nor beneath the whistling tree. My feast was spread in Torthoma's Hall. The youths beheld me in my loveliness. They...
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