O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou...
The History of Scotland: From the Union of the Crowns on the Accession of ... - 452 ページ
Malcolm Laing 著 - 1804