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 Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes; it howls in thy empty court, and whistles round thy half-worn shield.  The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. Blair's critical dissertations - Page 194 by Ossian - 1806 Full view -
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