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" Gael-strains chant themselves from the mists— ["Be thy soul blest, O Carril! in the midst of thy eddying winds. O that thou would'st come to my hall when I am alone by night! And thou dost come, my friend. I hear often thy light hand on my harp, when... "
Some of Ossian's Lesser Poems Rendered Into Verse: With a Preliminary ... - Page 140
by James Macpherson, Archibald M'Donald - 1805 - 284 pages
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"Homer des Nordens" und "Mutter der Romantik": James Macphersons ..., Volume 4

Wolf Gerhard Schmidt - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2003 - 876 pages
...winds. O that thou wouldst come to my hall when I am alone by night! — And thou dost come, my friend, I hear often thy light hand on my harp; when it hangs...distant wall, and the feeble sound touches my ear" (The Poems of Ossian (Anm. zu S. 1 5, A3), S. 99). 368, 7 wahnsinnigen Harfners] Vgl. Anm. zu S. 334,...
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Ossian and Ossianism: The poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Dafydd Moore - Celts in literature - 2004 - 612 pages
...winds. O that thou wouldft come to my hall when I am alone by night ! — And thou doft come, my friend, I hear often thy light hand on my harp ; when it hangs on the diftant wall, and the feeble found touches my ear. Why doft thou not fpeak to me in my grief, and tell...
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The Cambridge Introduction to Herman Melville

Kevin J. Hayes - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 124 pages
...style: "O that thou wouldst come to my hall when I am alone by night! - And thou dost come, my friend, I hear often thy light hand on my harp; when it hangs...wall, and the feeble sound touches my ear. Why dost thou not speak to me in my grief, and tell when I shall behold my friends! But thou passest away in...
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Prose Works 1892: Speciman Days, Volume 1

Walt Whitman - Literary Collections - 2007 - 404 pages
...winds. O that thou woulds't come to my hall when I am alone by night! And thou dost come, my friend. I hear often thy light hand on my harp, when it hangs on the distant wall, and 15 the feeble sound touches my ear. Why dost thou not speak to me in my grief, and tell me when I shall...
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