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... voice . Others hear it not . ] POPE's I. Epist . Hor . lib . i . A voice there is that whispers in my ear , ' Tis reason's voice which sometimes one can hear . host . He struck , at times , his echoing 72 BOOK 11 . TEMORA :
... voice . Others hear it not . ] POPE's I. Epist . Hor . lib . i . A voice there is that whispers in my ear , ' Tis reason's voice which sometimes one can hear . host . He struck , at times , his echoing 72 BOOK 11 . TEMORA :
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... voice of the dead . This voice of the dead , however , was , perhaps , no more than a shriller whistle of the winds in an old tree , or in the chinks of a neighbouring rock . It is to this cause I ascribe those many and improbable tales ...
... voice of the dead . This voice of the dead , however , was , perhaps , no more than a shriller whistle of the winds in an old tree , or in the chinks of a neighbouring rock . It is to this cause I ascribe those many and improbable tales ...
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James Macpherson. voice from the fold of a cloud , to warn me of the danger of Erin ? " " Nor lonely scout am I , nor voice from fold- ed cloud , " she said ; " but I warn thee of the danger of Erin . Dost thou hear that sound ? It is ...
James Macpherson. voice from the fold of a cloud , to warn me of the danger of Erin ? " " Nor lonely scout am I , nor voice from fold- ed cloud , " she said ; " but I warn thee of the danger of Erin . Dost thou hear that sound ? It is ...
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aislin Alpin arms art thou Atha bards battle beam behold bends beneath blast blood bosom breast brow Cairbar Cathmor chief Clatho Clono cloud Cormac Dargo dark daughter death Dermid descend Earse echoing EPIC POEM Erin eyes fair fall fame father feast fell field Fillan Fingal Firbolg fire flies Foldath Gaul ghosts gleaming grey hall harp head hear heard heath heaven hero hill hunter Iliad imitation king Lego light locks Loda look Lumon MACPHERSON maid midst mighty mist Moi-lena moon Morven mountains mournful night o'er Oscar Ossian plain poem POPE's race rise roar rock roes rolled rose round rush sable Selma shield side sighs silent Somerled song soul sound spear sruth starry plough steel stood storm stream strife Sul-malla sword tears Temora thee thou Thuit tomb tree trembling Trenmor Ullin vale voice warrior waves winds wing youth