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" Night is alike to me, stormy or gloomy the sky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on the hill. The young day returns from his clouds, but we return no more. Where are our chiefs of old? Where our kings of mighty name ? The fields of their... "
The Poems of Ossian - Page 136
1773
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Select letters between the late duchess of Somerset, lady ..., Volume 1

Select letters - 1778 - 368 pages
...Night flies, and her goblin Crew, When Morn is poured on the Hills ; Light returns from the Gloom ; But we return no more ! Where are our Chiefs of old ? Where our Kings of modern Name ? The Fields whereon they fought are filent ; Scarce their mofly Tombs remain. We too fhall...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson, Volume 1

Ossian - 1790 - 446 pages
...her. hills, or inclofe her head in clouds ! night is alike to me, blue, ftormy, or gloomy the Iky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on...The young day returns from his clouds, but we return po more. Where are our chiefs of old ? Where our kings of mighty name ? The fields of their battles...
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The Poems of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 1

1799 - 252 pages
...me, blue, ftorroy or gluomy the fey. Night flies hcfor :• tlic beam when it is poured on the niU. The young day returns from his clouds, but we return no more. Where are our cuiefi of old ? Where our kiPE' of mighty name ? The fields of their battles are fitent. Scarre tbcir...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson, Volume 1

Ossian - 1801 - 338 pages
...her hills, or inclofe her head in clouds ! night is alike to me, blue, ftormy , or gloomy the IKy. Night flies before the beam , when it is poured on...returns from his clouds, but we return no more. Where arc our chiefs of old? Where our kings of mighty name? The fields of their battles are filent. Scarce...
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The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J ..., Volume 2

Ossian - 1805 - 656 pages
...behind her hills, or inclose her head iu clouds ! night is alike to me, blue, stormy, or gloomy the sky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on the hill. The young doy returns from his clouds, but we return no more. Or seen the morning's well-appointed star Come...
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The Poems of Ossian: &c, Volume 2

James Macpherson - Bards and bardism - 1805 - 654 pages
...improved copy, to conceal the originals, are from THOMSON'S Summer. " Night flies before the iir,i.ii. when it is poured on the hill. The young day returns from hi] clouds. but we return no more." And from before the lustre of her face White break the clouds away....
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. Blair's critical ..., Volume 1

Ossian - 1806 - 366 pages
...behind her hills or inclose her head in clouds ! night is alike to me$blue, stormy, or gloomy the sky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on...our chiefs of old ! Where our kings of mighty name I The fields of their battles are silent, Scarce their mossy tcmbs remain. We shall also be forgot....
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Palmyra: And Other Poems

Thomas Love Peacock - Puritans - 1806 - 168 pages
...head in clouds; night is alike to me, blue, stormy, or gloomy the sky. Night files before the learn, when it is poured on the hill. The young day returns from his clouds, lut we return no more. Where are our chiefs of old? Where our kings of mighty name? The fields of their...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

1807 - 536 pages
...behind her hills, or inclose her head in clouds ! night is alike to me, blue, stormy, or gloomy the sky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on...return no more. Where are our chiefs of old ? Where are our kings of mighty name i The fields of their battles are silent. Scarce their mossy tombs remain....
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The poems of Ossian, in the orig. Gaelic, with a tr. into Lat. by ..., Volume 1

Ossian - 1807 - 546 pages
...behind her hills, or inclose her head in clouds ! night is alike to me, blue, stormy, or gloomy the sky. Night flies before the beam, when it is poured on the hill. Jhe young day returns from his clouds, but we return no more. Where are our chiefs of old ? Where are...
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