 | Poetry - 1773 - 432 pages
...were ye both to me ! what mall I fay in your praife ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thoufands ! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, fons of my love ! They are fllent ; filent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breafts of clay ! Oh ! from... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 pages
...were ye both to me ! what fhall 1 fay in your praife ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thoufands ! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, fons of my love ! They are filent ; filent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breafts of clay ! Oh ! from... | |
 | 1801 - 334 pages
...hear n»e, Ions of my love! They are filent ; filent for ever ! Cold , cold are their breafts of day ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the windy fteep , fpeak , ye ghofts of the dead ! fpeak , I will n»t be afraid !• Whither are ye gone to reft... | |
 | 1803 - 388 pages
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ! he was...voice ; hear me, sons of my love ! They are silent 3 silent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breasts of clay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 244 pages
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brnther ? Dear were ye bnth to me ! What shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ; he was terrible in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice, sons of my love ! But alas ! they are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold are their breasts of clay I Oh... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 648 pages
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ! he was terrible in light. Spt ak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love ! The} are silent ; silent tor ever... | |
 | English literature - 1808 - 694 pages
...be thou silent a while ; let my voice be heard around — oh ! from the rock or the hill, from she top of the windy steep, speak ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, 1 will not he afraid — whither are you gone to rest ? — In what c»ve sh-ill 1 rind thee departed... | |
 | 1810 - 378 pages
...why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was...my love! They are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold, eold are their breasts of clay! Oh! from the rock on the hill; from the top of the windy steep, speak,... | |
 | Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1812 - 370 pages
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was'...; silent for ever! Cold, cold are their breasts of s elay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the... | |
 | Richard Clark - Madrigals, English - 1814 - 530 pages
...bards of old be near. We sit at the rock, but there is no voice ; no light but the meteor of fire. O ! from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep ! O ! speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! O ! whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall... | |
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Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear -were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. 
