 When night comes on the hill — when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth ; he shall fear, but love my voice ! For sweet shall my voice be for my friends : pleasant...  The Poems of Ossian - Sayfa 2101847 - 382 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Ossian - 1805 - 648 sayfa
...the hill ; when the loud winds arise ; my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth. He...pleasant were her friends to Colma ! Such was thy song, Miñona, softly-blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma, and our souls were sad... | |
 | James Macpherson - 1805 - 654 sayfa
...hill ; when the wind is upon the heath ; my ghost shall stand in the wind, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth. He...voice. For sweet shall my voice be for my friends ; for pleasant were they both to me. XL SAD ! I am sad indeed ; nor small my cause of woe ! Kirmor,... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 656 sayfa
...is upon the heath ; my ghost shall stand in the wind, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunttr shall hear from his booth. He shall fear, but love my voice. For sweet shall my voice be for ray friends ; for pleasant were they both to me. XL SAD ! I am sad indeed ; nor small my cause of woe... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 262 sayfa
...sun-beam at noon, over the si" lence of Morven." — "The hunter shall heat my voice " from his bonth. He shall fear, but love my voice. " For sweet shall my voice be for my friends ; for " pleasant were they to me." Besides ghosts, or the spirits of departed men, we find in Ossian... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 244 sayfa
...for my friends ; for pleasant were they bnth to me. Such was thy song, Minona, softly-blushing maid of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma, and our souls were sad. Ullin came with the harp, and gave the .iong of Alpin. The voice of Alpin was pleasant ; the ioul of Ryno was a beam... | |
 | Ossian - 1806 - 366 sayfa
...on the hill; when the loud winds arise; my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth. He shall fear but love my voice ! For «weet shall my voice be for my friends: pleasant were her friends to Colma ! Such was thy song, Minona,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 sayfa
...on the hill, when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall etand in the blast, and mourn the death of my more prevail, . CYCLOPAEDIA OF НаЛ more of strength,...ago; E'en nil at once together found, Cecilia's min Colina ! Such was thy song, Miñona, softly blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 sayfa
...on the hill, when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my e very spot Where many a time he triumphed, is forgot. Near yonder thom Miñona, softly blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma, and our souls were sad... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 sayfa
...on the hill, when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter shall hear from his booth ; he...voice be for my friends : pleasant were her friends to Colina ! Such was thy song, Miñona, softly blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 sayfa
...on the hill, when the loud winds arise, my ghost shall stand in the blast, and mourn the death of my s something more comfortable about the old teakettle,...convenience in having a carriage of your own, and I Such was thy song, Miñona, softly blushing daughter of Torman. Our tears descended for Colma, and... | |
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