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" Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear -were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. "
The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. Blair's critical dissertations - Page 290
by Ossian - 1806
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

Celts - 1773
...were ye both to me ! what mall I fay in your praife ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thoufands ! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, fons of my love ! They are fllent ; filent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breafts of clay ! Oh ! from...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson

Ossian - 1790
...were ye both to me ! what fhall 1 fay in your praife ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thoufands ! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, fons of my love ! They are filent ; filent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breafts of clay ! Oh ! from...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

1801
...hear ne, Ions of my love! They are filent ; filent for ever ! Cold , cold are their breafts of day ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the windy fteep , fpeak , ye ghofts of the dead ! fpeak , I will nt be afraid !• Whither are ye gone to reft...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Hugh Blair, Lord Henry Home Kames - 1803
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ! he was...voice ; hear me, sons of my love ! They are silent 3 silent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breasts of clay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ...

Ossian - 1805
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brnther ? Dear were ye bnth to me ! What shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ; he was terrible in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice, sons of my love ! But alas ! they are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold are their breasts of clay I Oh...
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The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson ...

Ossian - 1805
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ! he was terrible in light. Spt ak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love ! The} are silent ; silent tor ever...
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The Lady's magazine: or, Entertaining companion for the fair sex

...be thou silent a while ; let my voice be heard around — oh ! from the rock or the hill, from she top of the windy steep, speak ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, 1 will not he afraid — whither are you gone to rest ? — In what cve sh-ill 1 rind thee departed...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Bards and bardism - 1810
...why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was...my love! They are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold, eold are their breasts of clay! Oh! from the rock on the hill; from the top of the windy steep, speak,...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1812
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was'...; silent for ever! Cold, cold are their breasts of s elay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the...
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The words of the most favourite pieces, performed at the Glee club, the ...

Glee club - 1814
...bards of old be near. We sit at the rock, but there is no voice ; no light but the meteor of fire. O ! from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep ! O ! speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! O ! whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall...
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