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" Cold, cold, are their breasts of clay ! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! Speak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed? No feeble... "
The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction, Volume 15: German Fiction - Page 98
by J W Von Goethe, Theodor Fontane, Gottfried Keller, Theodor Storm - 1917
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

Celts - 1773
...voice ; hear me, fons of my love ! They are fllent ; filent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breafts of clay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill; from the top of the windy fteep, fpeak, ye ghofts of the dead ! fpeak, I will not fee afraid ! Whither are ye gone to reft ?...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson, Volume 1

Ossian - 1790
...voice ; hear me, fons of my love ! They are filent ; filent for ever ! Cold, cold are their breafts of clay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill ; from the top of the windy fteep, fpeak, ye ghofts of the dead ! fpeak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to reft ? In...
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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, &c. containing the poetical works of J. Macpherson ...

Ossian - 1805
...rock of the hill ; from the top of the mountain of winds, speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, and I will not be afraid. Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of 'the hill shall I find you ? No feeble voice is on the vintt : no answer half-drowned in the storms of the hill. I sit in...
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The poems of Ossian: &c, Volume 2

James Macpherson - Bards and bardism - 1805
...rock of the hill ; from the top of the mountain of winds, speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, and I will not be afraid. Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find you ? No feeble voice is on the wind: no answer half-drowned in the storms of the hill. I sit in my...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ...

Ossian - 1805
...rock of the hill, from the top of the windy mountain, speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, I will nnt be afraid. Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find you ? No feeble voice is on the wind : no answer half-drowned in the storms of the hill. I sit in my...
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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
...Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love! They are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold, eold are their breasts of clay! Oh! from the rock on the...not be afraid! Whither are ye gone to rest? In what eare of the hill shall I find the departed? No feeble voice is on the gale ; no answer halfdrowned...
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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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Chambers's Cyclopdia of English Literature: A History ..., Volumes 3-4

Robert Chambers - Authors, American - 1830
...hear me, eons of my love I They are silent ; siler.t for ever ! Cold, cold are their breasts of clay I i.y#[.\.].O//, , I speak, I will not be afraid I Whither are you gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find...
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