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" Cuthona shall rest on Mora : but the days of Toscar must be sad. I shall sit in my cave in the field of the sun. The blast will rustle in my trees. I shall think it is Cuthona "
The castles of Wolfnorth & Mont Eagle, by St. Ann - Page 167
by Ann Doherty - 1812
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Hugh Blair, Lord Henry Home Kames - 1803
...think it is Cuthona' s voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHONA. HA ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, O Rurpar ? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the narrow...
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The poems of Ossian, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson ...

Ossian - 1805
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHOÎÏA. Ha ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, О Ruinar ? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ...

Ossian - 1805
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath. CUTHONA. Oh '. what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of my fathers....their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona sees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the narrow...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. Blair's critical dissertations

Ossian - 1806
...mourning to the sound of the waves; her name in tradition is Gorm-huilj/J* &/«-«/«/ i»0ji CtJTHONA. Ha! what cloud is that? It carries the ghosts of my...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fell, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Couluth behold me, before I enter the narrow...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Bards and bardism - 1810
...Cuthona's voiee. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! Cut/wna. Ha! what eloud is that? It carries the ghosts of my fathers. I see...their robes, like grey and watry mist. When shall I fall, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me, before I enter the narrow...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 3

Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1812
...think it is Cuthdna's voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHONA. Ha ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...fathers. I see the skirts of their robes, like grey and watery mist. When shall I fall, 0 Rumar ? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath behold me,...
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The Poems of Ossian

1844 - 428 pages
...think it is Cuthona'e voice. But she is distant far, in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! Cuthona. Ha! what cloud is that? It carries the ghosts of my fathers. I see 'the skirts of their robes, like gray and watery mist. When shall I fall, O Rumar? Sad Cuthona foresees her death. Will not Conlath...
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The poems of Ossian, in the orig. Gaelic, with a literal tr. into ..., Volume 2

1870
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTIIONA. — Ha ! what cloud is that \ It carries the ghosts of...fathers. I see the skirts of their robes like grey and watery 130 Toscar's days swim towards anguish : I will sit in a sheltered cave, And look at the sun...
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The Poems of Ossian: In the Original Gaelic with a Literal Translation Into ...

Archibald Clerk - 1870
...think it is Cuthona's voice. But she is distant far in the halls of the mighty Conlath ! CUTHONA. — Ha ! what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of...fathers. I see the skirts of their robes like grey and watery 130 Toscar's clays swim towards anguish : I will sit in a sheltered cave, And look at the sun...
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Folklore, Volume 8

Joseph Jacobs, Alfred Trübner Nutt, Arthur Robinson Wright, William Crooke - Electronic journals - 1897
...dead are carried on clouds : 1 Revue Celtique, vol. iii. p. 450. 1 Am Ur-Quell, vol. ip 73. " Ha I what cloud is that ? It carries the ghosts of my fathers. I see the skirts of their robes, like grey and watery mist." In this case the Gaelic contains the same idea, lines 138 et seqq. : " Co an nial lha...
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