...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp! Light of the shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song?...

...shadowy thoughts that fly across my soul, daughter of Tosear of hehnets, wilt thou not hear the song! We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away! It was in thc days of the king, while yet my locks were young, that I marked Concathlin* on * Con-cathlin, mild...

...Emancipation. MEMORY. " Often does the memory of former times come like the evening sun on my soul. " " We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away." Ossian, Blessed memory ! that double life ! Who would pass from the reach of its cheering influence...

...shadowy thoughts, fly across my soul ; daughter of Toscar of hel mets, wilt thou not hear the song ! We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away ! " — Ossian. "MEN spend their lives in anticipations, in determining to be vastly hnppy at some...

...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of "Malvina move upon the harp ! Light of the shadowy thoughts that fly across my soul, daughter of Tosear of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song...

...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp ! Light of the shadowy thoughts that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song?...

...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp! Light of the shadowy thoughts that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song?...

...his locks were young; though loveliness, with a robe of beams, clothed the daughter of many isles. We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away! JO 0 THOU that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O Sun! thy everlasting...

...eirich le mbrchuis a shleagh. Dh'imich triath o 'thalla a-rd, Ghlac esan mo lamh le ftamh : streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp ! Light of the shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song?...

...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp! Light of the shadowy thoughts that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscarof helmets, wilt thou not hear the song?...