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" It is night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds ! Rise, moon! "
Fugitive Pieces on Various Subjects: A vindication of natural society. The ... - Page 144
edited by - 1771
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Fragments of ancient poetry, collected in the highlands of Scotland, and tr ...

Fragments - 1760 - 82 pages
...and I am alone, forlorn on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent fhrieks down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds. RISE, moonf from behind thy clouds; ftars of the night, appear I Lead me, fome li^ht, to the place...
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The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal

Bards and bardism - 1765 - 416 pages
...— I am alone, forlorn on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent fhrieks down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain ; forlorn on the hill of % \ winds. RISE, moon! from behind thy clouds ; ftars of the night appear ! Lead me, fome light, to the place...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

Poetry - 1773 - 432 pages
...night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain ; forlorn on the hill of winds ! . RISE, moon ! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night arife ! Lead me, fome light, to the place,...
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The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 2

Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1783 - 274 pages
...receives me from the rain j Jbrloin on the hill of winds. Ri£e , moon ! from behind thy clouds $ ftars of the night appear ! Lead me , fome • light , to the place where my love refts from . the joil of the chace ! his bow near him, t unfttung y his dogs panting around him. Blit here I milft fit...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

Celts - 1784 - 432 pages
...night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No " hut receives me from the rain ; forlorn on the dull of winds! Rist, moon ! from 'behind shy clouds^ Stars of the night arife ! Lead me, fome light,...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

Scottish Gaelic poetry - 1790 - 322 pages
...night; lam alone, forlorn oir the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from . the rain...hill of winds ! Rife, moon ! from behind thy clouds. Starrof the night, arife ! Lead me, fome light, to the place, where my love refts from the chace alone...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson, Volume 1

Ossian - 1790 - 446 pages
...night ; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain ;...on the hill of winds ! Rife, moon ! from behind thy cloud*. Stars of the night arife ! Lead me, fome light, to the place, where my love refts from the...
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The Poems of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 1

1799 - 252 pages
...; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent fhrieks down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain ;...hill of winds. Rife, moon ! from behind thy clouds ; ftars of the night appear ! Lead me, fome light, to the place where my love refts from the toil of...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 2

1801 - 334 pages
...night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down, the rock. No hut receives me from the rain,...moon ! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night arife ! Lead me , forae light, to the place, where my love refts from the chace alone ! his bow near...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson, Volume 2

Ossian - 1801 - 344 pages
...wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the Tain , forlorn on the hill of winds ! Rife, moon ! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night arilc! Lead me, feme light, to the place, where my love refts from the chare alone! his bow near him...
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