 | 1765 - 416 ページ
...before him. This fpecies of triumph is called, by Offian, the/say* of '<vi8ory. 170 CARRIC-THURA: repofe is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty : they lift their trembling heads : they fee thee lovely in thy fleep; but they fhrink away with fear. Reft, in thy fhadowy cave, O "fun ! and... | |
 | 1773 - 432 ページ
...courfe In heaven, golden-haired fon of the fky ! The weft has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repofc is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They fee thee lovely in thy fleep ; they fhrink away with fear. Reft, in thy fhadowy cave, O fun! let thy... | |
 | Robert Henry - 1788 - 518 ページ
...in heaven, golden-haired " fon of the fky ! The Weft hath opened its " gates j the bed of thy repofe is there. The " waves come to behold thy beauty ; they lift <{ their trembling heads ; they fee thee lovely in " thy deep ; but they flirink away with fear. " Reft in thy fhadowy cave, 'O fon... | |
 | Robert Henry - 1789 - 644 ページ
...heaven, golden-haired fon « c* the fky ! The Weft hath opened its gates j the bed « of thy repofe is there. The waves come to behold thy « beauty ; they lift their trembling heads ; they fee thee " lovely in thy fleep ; but they flirink away with fear. " Reft in thy lhadowy cave, O fon... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 ページ
...courfe in heaven, golden-haired fon of the fky ! The weft has opened its gates ; the bed of thy reppfe is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They fee thee lovely in thy fleep; they fhrink away with fear. Reft, in thy fhadowy cave, O fun ! let thy... | |
 | 1799 - 252 ページ
...heaven, golden•*••*• haired fon of the fky? The weft has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repofe is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty; they lift their trembling: heads: they fee thee lovely in thy fleep; but they fhrink away with fear. Reft in thy fhadowy cave, O fun ! and... | |
 | 1803 - 350 ページ
...send his bards singing before him. This species of triumph is called, by Ossian, the song of victory. come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling...thousand lights arise to the sound of the harps of Selma : let the beam spread in the hall, the king of shells is returned ! The strife of Carun is past,* like... | |
 | 1803 - 352 ページ
...send his bards singing; before him. This species of triumph is called, by Ossian, the song of victory. come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling...away with fear. Rest, in thy shadowy cave, O sun! Jet thy return be in joy. But let a thousand lights arise to the sound of the harps of Selma : let... | |
 | James Macpherson - 1805 - 336 ページ
...course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky ! The west has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They...thousand lights arise to the sound of the harps of Selma ; let the beam spread in the hall, the king of shells is retumed ! The • The song of Ullin, with... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 244 ページ
...blue course in heaven, haircd son of the sky ! The west has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty ; they...trembling heads : they see thee lovely in thy sleep ; but they shrink away with fear. Rest in thy shadowy cave, O sun : and let thy return be in joy. But... | |
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HAST* thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky ! The west has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They see thee lovely in thy sleep ; they shrink... 
