Blood bursts and smokes around. Strings murmur on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky. Spears fall like the circles of light, which gild the face of night. As the noise of the troubled ocean, when roll the waves on high. As the last peal of thunder... The Poems of Ossian - Page 2561849 - 492 pagesFull view - About this book
| Lord Henry Home Kames - Criticism - 1765 - 534 pages
...rufh along the fky : fpears fall like fparks of flame that gild the ftormy face of night. As the noife of the troubled ocean when roll the waves on high, as the laft peal of thundering heaven ; fuch is the noife of battle. Though Cormac's hundred bards were there,... | |
| Lord Henry Home Kames - Civilization - 1774 - 668 pages
...along the fky. Spears fall like fparks of flame that gild the " florrny face of night. As the noife of the troubled ocean when " roll the waves on high, as the laft peal of thundering heaven, " fuch is the noife of battle. Tho' Cormac's hundred bards were " there,... | |
| Lord Henry Home Kames - Civilization - 1778 - 532 pages
...along the fky. " Spears fall like fparks of flame that " gild the ftormy face of night. As the " noife of the troubled ocean when roll " the waves on high, as the laft peal of " thundering heaven, fuch is the noife of " battle. Tho' Cormac's hundred bards " were... | |
| Lord Henry Home Kames - Civilization - 1778 - 550 pages
...along the fky. " Spears fall like fparks of flame that " gild the ftormy face of night. As the " noife of the troubled ocean when roll " the waves on high, as the laft peal of " thundering heaven, fuch is the noife of " battle. Tho' Cormac's hundred bards " were... | |
| Ossian - 1790 - 446 pages
...high. Blood burfts and fmokes around. Strings murmur on the polifhed yews.t Darts rufh along the fky. Spears fall like the circles of light, which gild the face of night. As the noife of the trou7 bled bled ocean, when roll the waves on high. As the laft peal of thunder in heaven,... | |
| Ossian - 1805 - 262 pages
...clanging, sounded on steel; helmets are cleft on high. Blood bursts and smoki around. Strings twang on the polished yews. Darts rush along the sky. Spears fall like the circles of light that gild the stormy face of night. As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high... | |
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