 Dost thou force me from my place?' replied the hollow voice. 'The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they vanish ; my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad on the winds ; the tempests...  The Poems of Ossian - Page 631812Full view - About this book
 | English literature - 1763 - 784 pages
...and th?y vanifli : my noftriis pour the bfatt of death. I come * abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds, ths fitUs of my reft are pleafant. Dwell then in thy calm fields, faid Fingal, and let Coinhal's fon... | |
 | Bards and bardism - 1765 - 416 pages
...and they vanifh : my noftrils pour the blaft of death. I come * abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds, the fields of my reft are pleafant. DWELL then in thy calm field, faid Fingal, and let Comhal's fon be forgot. Do my... | |
 | Robert Henry - Great Britain - 1788 - 518 pages
...are " before my face. The blafts are in the hollow " of my hand : the courfe of the ftorm is mine. " But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds : " the fields of my reft are pleafant"'." Vcrfifica- The ancient poets of Britain, and of the other "vn* nations of Europe,... | |
 | Robert Henry - Great Britain - 1789 - 644 pages
...tempefts are before " my face. The bhfts are in the hollow of my " hand : the courfe of the ftorm is mine. But my «« dwelling is calm, above the clouds : the fields of my « reft are pleafent (228)." , Such ai of late o'er pule Britannia pad, I' •!']<! ..mi ferene he... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 pages
...they they vanifh : my noftrils pour the blaft o£ death. I come abroad on the winds t the1 tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of my reft are pleafant. Dwell in thy pleafant fields, faid the! ,king: Let Comhal's fort be forgot. Do my... | |
 | Natham Drake - English literature - 1800 - 510 pages
...force me from my place?' replied the hollow voice. ' The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and...' -" Dwell in thy pleasant fields," said the king. "LetComhal's son: be forgot. Do my; steps ascend,. from my hills, into thy peaceful plains? Do I meet... | |
 | Ossian - 1801 - 338 pages
...force me from my place , replied the hollow voice? The people liend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they vanifh: my noftrils pour the Maft of death. I come abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my... | |
 | Malcolm Laing - Darnley murder - 1804 - 556 pages
...and Mars. " A blast came from the " desert. On its wings was the spirit of Loda. — I look " upon the nations and they vanish. My nostrils pour the " blast of death ; the blast is in the hollow of my hand." i. 60. " He rode upon a cherub and did fly, yea he did "... | |
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