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" Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind ? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream of the sounding rock. "
The Poems of Ossian - Page 411
1896
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Fragments of ancient poetry, collected in the highlands of Scotland, and tr ...

Fragments - 1760
...will not be afraid. Whither are ye gone to reft ? In what cave of the hill fhall I find you ? I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead; but clofe it not* till I come. My life flieth away like a dream: why fliould I ftay behind? Here (hall...
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A vindication of natural society, by Edm. Burke. The history and antiquities ...

Robert Dodsley, Joseph Spence, Jean Denis Attiret, William Hay, Nathaniel Lancaster, Charles Whitworth Baron Whitworth, Paul Hentzner - 1761
...find you ? No feeble Voice is on the Wind : No Anfwer half-drowned in the Storms of the Hill. I fit in my Grief. I wait for Morning in my Tears. Rear the Tomb, .ye Friends of the Dead ; but clofe it not till I come. My Life flyeth away like a Dream : Why fhould I ftay behind ? Here...
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Fugitive pieces, on various subjects, Volume 2

Robert Dodsley - 1761
...feeble Voice is on the Wind : No Anfwer half-drowned in the Storms of the I fit in my Grief. I watt for Morning in my Tears. Rear the Tomb, ye Friends of the Dead; but clofc it not till I come. My Life flyeth away like a Dream : Why fhould I ftay behind ? Here lhall...
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The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2

1765
...fhall I find you ?: No feeble voice is on the wind : no anfwer half-drowned in the ftorms of the kill. I SIT in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead ; but clofe it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream : why fhould I ftay behind ? Here...
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The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2

Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1783
...find you ? No feeble voice is on the wind : no anfwer half- drowned in. the florins of the hill, I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb , ye friends of the dead ; but clofe it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream : why should f flay behind ? Here...
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Literary Amusements: In Verse and Prose

Daniel Webb - 1787 - 76 pages
...you ? No feeble voice is on the wind: no anfwer half-drowned in the ftorms of the hill. * •" I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead ; but clofe it not till I come. My life flieth away like a dream: why mould I ftay behind? Here fhall...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson

Ossian - 1790
...I find the departed ? No feeble voice is on the gale : no anfwer half-drowned in the ftorm ! I fit in my grief! I wait for morning in my tears ! Rear the tomb, ye friends of the .dead. Qofe it not till Colma come. My My life flies away like a dream : why fhould I ftay behind ? Here fhall...
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The Poems of Ossian, the Son of Fingal

1799
...find you ? No feeble voice is on the wind : no anfwer half-drowned in the florms of the hill. , I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears! Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead : but clofe it not till Colma come. My life flies av.';iy like a dream.: \vhy fliould I ftay behind...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson

Ossian - 1801
...norm! I fit in my grief! I wait for morning in my tears! Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead. Clofe it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream : why fhould I ftay behind- ? Here fhall I reft with my friends, by the Bream of the founding rock. When...
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The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson ...

Ossian - 1805
...shall I find the departed '* ? No feeble voice is on the gale : no answer half-drowned in the storm ! I sit in my grief ! I wait for morning in my tears...not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream '3 : why should I stay behind ? Here shall I rest with my friends, by the stream " Speak ye ghosts...
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