 | Kurt Mickoleit - 1902 - 774 ページ
...rising of music from Lutha of the strings — Lutha of many strings, not silent are streamy rocks, wheii the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp. — Light of the shadowy thonghte, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song!... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer - 1910 - 776 ページ
...shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Tosear of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song? " At this the Father raised his hook, of the king, while yet my locks were young, that I marked Coneathlin. on high, from ocean 's nightly... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews - 1910 - 778 ページ
...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lutha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy his food ; It was not that shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song?... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 ページ
...like the rising of music from Lutha of the strings. Lntha of many strings, not silent are thy streamy 65 shadowy thoughts, that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not bear the... | |
 | William Allan Neilson, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1924 - 500 ページ
...shadowy thoughts that fly across my soul, daughter of Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song? We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away. Dr. Johnson thought that this was balderdash and that Macpherson was an impostor. It indeed soon became... | |
 | Adriaan Hendriks - 1928 - 346 ページ
...before me with all their deeds! I seize the tales as they pass, and pour them forth in song. . . . We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away! It was in the days of the king, while yet my locks were young, . . . Come to my dwelling, race of heroesl dark-skirted... | |
 | Wolf Gerhard Schmidt - 2003 - 612 ページ
...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!... | |
 | Dafydd Moore - 2004 - 612 ページ
...the rifing of mufic from Lutha of the firings. — Lutha of many firings, not filent are thy ftreamy rocks, when the white hands of Malvina move upon the harp. — Light of the ftiadowy thoughts/ that fly acrofs my foul, daughter of Tofcar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the fong... | |
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Toscar of helmets, wilt thou not hear the song? We call back, maid of Lutha, the years that have rolled away... 
