 | 1765 - 416 ページ
...gone. I hear not thy diftant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I fit at thy tomb ; and feel it with my hands. When I think I hear thy voice ; it is but the blaft of the defart. Fingal has long fmce fallen afleep, .the ruler of the war. THEN Gaul and Offian... | |
 | 1773 - 432 ページ
...gone ! I hear not thy diftant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I fit at thy tomb ; and feel it with my hands. When I think I hear thy voice, it is but the paffing blaft. Fingal has long fmce fallen afleep, the ruler of the war ! THEN Gaul and Offian fat... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 ページ
...gone! I hear not thy diftant voice on Gona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I fit at thy tomb; and feel it with my hands. When I think I hear thy voice, it is but the palling blaft. Finpal has long fince fallen afleep, the ruler of the war ! Then Gaul and Offian fat... | |
 | James Macpherson - 1803 - 386 ページ
...What must the grief of Ossian be, for thou thyself art gone ! I hear not thy distant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I sit...I touched the harp to please the king. But gloomy was his brow. He rolled his red eyes towards Lena. The hero mourned his host. I raised mine eyes to... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 648 ページ
...What must the grief of Ossian be, for thou thyself art gone ! I hear not thy distant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I sit...think I hear thy voice, it is but the passing blast. Pingal has long since fallen asleep, the ruler of the war ! Then Gaul and Ossian sat with Swaran, on... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 262 ページ
...What must the grief of Ossian be, tor thou thyself art gone. I hear not thy distant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I sit at thy tomb; and teel it with my hands. When I think I hear thy voice ; it is but the blast oi the desart. Fingal has... | |
 | Ossian - 1806 - 364 ページ
...What must the grief of Ossian be, for thou thyself art gone! I hear not thy distant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I sit at thy tomb ; and feel it wilh my hands. When I think I hear thy voice, it is but the passing blast. Fingal has long since fallen... | |
 | 1810 - 378 ページ
...grief of Ossinn be, for thou thyself art gone! I hear not thy distant voiee on Cona. My eyes pereeive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I sit at thy tomb,...sat with Swaran, on the soft green banks of Lubar. I touehed the harp to please the king. But gloomy was his brow. He rolled his red eyes towards Lena.... | |
 | 1812 - 364 ページ
...cold. They raised this tomb above the three. Thy son, O king of Morven, may rest here with heroes f 8 I hear thy voice, it is but the passing blast. Fingal...I touched the harp to please the king. But gloomy was his brow. He rolled his red eyes towards Lena. The hero mourned his host. I raised my eyes to Cromla's... | |
 | Ossian - 1834 - 218 ページ
...rest, O Ryno! w Lena. We too shall be no more. W«riors one day must fall!' 135 My eyes perceive tUee not. Often forlorn and dark I sit at thy tomb, and feel it with my hands. VVIiun I think I hear thy voice, it 1л but the passing blast. Fingal has long since fallen asleep,... | |
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Such was thy grief, thou king of swords, when Ryno lay on earth. What must the grief of Ossian be, for thou thyself art gone ! I hear not thy distant voice on Cona. My eyes perceive thee not. Often forlorn and dark I sit at thy tomb ; and feel it with... 
