 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 380 pages
...Tomb, Crimora ! like a Moon-beam from a Cloud. Who can reach the Source of thy Race, O Connal? anil who recount thy Fathers? Thy Family grew like an Oak...torn from the Earth. Who fhall fupply the Place of Cannal ? Here was the Din of Arms ; and here the Groans of the dying. Mournful are the Wars of Flngall... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - English essays - 1761 - 378 pages
...thy Tomb, Crimora ! like a Moon-beam from a Cloud. Who can reach the Source of thy Race, O Cfnnal? and who recount thy Fathers? Thy Family grew like...lofty Head. But now it is torn from the Earth. .Who ihall fupply the Place of Connal ? Here was the Din of Arms j ajid here the Groans of the dying. Mournful... | |
 | Bards and bardism - 1765 - 416 pages
...and ftrew the grave of the dead. At times are feen here the ghofts of the deceafed, when the mufing hunter alone ftalks flowly over the heath. WHO can...from the earth. Who fhall fupply the place of Connal ? HERE was the din of arms ; and here the groans of the dying. Bloody are the wars of Fingal ! O Connal... | |
 | English literature - 1765 - 374 pages
...mighty Connal! Shine, near thy Tomb, Crimora / like a Moon-beam from a Cloud. Who can reach the Source of thy Race, O Connal? and who recount thy Fathers...lofty Head. But now it is torn from the Earth. Who (hall fupply the Place of Connal? Here was the Din of Arms ; and here the Groans of the dying. Mournful... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1771 - 390 pages
...thy Tomb, Crinura. ! like a Moon-beam from a Cloud. Who can reach the Source of thy Race, O Connfil? and who recount thy Fathers? Thy Family grew like...lofty Head. But now it is torn from the Earth. Who Shall fup gly the Place of Connal? Here was the Din of Arms ; and here the Groans of the dying. Mournful... | |
 | Poetry - 1773 - 432 pages
...Connal ?•• who recpunt thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, whjch meetieft? the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth. Who fhall fupply the place of Connal ? Here was the din of arms ; here the groans of the dying. Bloody are .the wars, pf Fingal ! O Connal... | |
 | English poetry - 1774 - 428 pages
...dead. At times here are feen the ghofts of the deceased, when the mufing hunter alone ftalks (lowly over -the heath. Who can -reach the fource of thy...meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn frqm the earth, who (hall fupply the place of Connal ? JJere was the din of arms, and here were the... | |
 | Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1783 - 274 pages
...dead. At times are feen here the ghofts of the deceafed , when the mufing hunter alone ftalks {lowly over the heath. Who can reach the fource of thy race...lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth. Who' shall fupply the place of Connal? Here was the din of arms ; and here the groans of the dying. Bloody... | |
 | Celts - 1784 - 432 pages
...mufing hunter alone ftalks flowly over the heath. WHO can reach the fource of thy race, O Connal | who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an...from the earth. Who fhall fupply the place of Connal ? Here was the din of arms; here the groans of the dying. Bloody are the wars of Fingal, O Connal!... | |
 | Daniel Webb - English literature - 1787 - 276 pages
...reach the fource of thy race, O Connal? and who recount thy Fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak ©n the mountain, which meeteth the * wind with its lofty...from the earth. Who fhall fupply the place of Connal ? HERE was the din of arms; and here the groans of the dying. Mournful are the wars of Fingal! O Connal... | |
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Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth. 
