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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! "
The Poems of Ossian, the Son of Fingal - Page 53
1799
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The Celtic Monthly: A Magazine for Highlanders, Volume 11

Clans - 1903 - 284 pages
...night; lam 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. Eise, moon ! from behind thy clouds. Star of the night, arise ! Lead me, some light, to the place where...
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James Macpherson: An Episode in Literature

John Semple Smart - Bards and bardism in literature - 1905 - 256 pages
...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 ! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night, arise ! Lead me, some light, to the place...
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O romantismo inglês ...

Carlos de Mesquita - English literature - 1911 - 284 pages
...night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard on the mountain. The torrem pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds ! . . . Cease a littl.e while, o wind l stream, be thou silent a while ! let my voice be heard around....
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Die leiden des jungen Werthers

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1914 - 340 pages
...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 stream and the wind roar aloud. I hear not the voice of my love! Why delays my Salgar, why the chief...
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Fragments of Ancient Poetry (1760) ...

James Macpherson - Scottosj poetry - 1915 - 94 pages
...Rivine was fair as thyfelf: fhed on her grave a tear. 10 [46] X. IT is night; and I am alone, forlorn i on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain....receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of 5 winds. RISE, moon! from behind thy clouds; ftars of the night, appear! Lead me, fome light, to the...
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Das Naturgefühl in der englischen Dichtung im Zeitalter Miltons

Anna von der Heide - Comparative literature - 1915 - 322 pages
...Rivine was fair as thyfelf: fhed on her grave a tear. 10 [46] X. IT is night; and I am alone, forlorn i on the hill of ftorms. The wind is heard in the mountain....receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of 5 winds. RISE, moon! from behind thy clouds; ftars of the night, appear! Lead me, fome light, to the...
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Fragments of Ancient Poetry (1760) ...

James Macpherson - Scottosj poetry - 1915 - 86 pages
...torrent fhrieks down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of 5 winds. RISE, moon! from behind thy clouds; ftars of the night, appear! Lead me, fome light, to the place where 45,4 warriours;] warriors; B Fragment X. ABFP. 1762 in 'The Songs of Selma' als Klage Colma's: F pg....
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A Book of English Literature, Selected and Ed

Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - English literature - 1916 - 566 pages
...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! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night arise! Lead me, some light, to the place where...
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The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction, Volume 15: German Fiction

J W Von Goethe, Theodor Fontane, Gottfried Keller, Theodor Storm - Fiction - 1917 - 556 pages
...am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard on the mountain. The torrent is howling 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, arise ! Lead me, some light, to the place...
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English Poets of the Eighteenth Century

Ernest Bernbaum - English poetry - 1918 - 422 pages
...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 ! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night, arise! Lead me, some light, to the place where...
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