| Anna von der Heide - Comparative literature - 1915 - 322 pages
...here the ghofts of the deceafed, when the mufing hunter alone ftalks 10 flowly over the heath. WH o can reach the fource of thy race, O Connal? and who...grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the is wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth. Who fhall fupply the place of Connal?... | |
| Edmund Burke - History - 1761 - 582 pages
...dead. At times are feen here the ghotts of the deceafed, when the mufing hunter alone ftalks flovvly over the heath. Who can reach the fource of thy race,...an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with itslofty head. Who (hall fupply the place of Connal ? Here was the din of arms ; and here the groans... | |
| Wolf Gerhard Schmidt - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2003 - 876 pages
...und "the clouds of night came rolling down" (ebd., S. 122). 396, lOff. Die Bäume [...] Bäume] Vgl. "Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which...its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth" (The Poems of Ossian (Anm. zu S. 15, A3), S. 165) und "I must fall [...] like a leafless oak: it grew... | |
| Dafydd Moore - Celts in literature - 2004 - 612 pages
...of the dead. At times are feen here the ghofls of the deceafed, when the mufing hunter alone flalks flowly over the heath. WHO can reach the fource of...from the earth. Who fhall fupply the place of Connal ? HERE was the din of arms; and here the groans of the dying. Bloody are the wars of Fingal ! O Connal... | |
| History - 1764 - 554 pages
...mufing hunter alone ftalks flowly over the heath. Who can reach the fource of thy race, О Connal í and who recount thy fathers > Thy family grew like...mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. Who mall fupply the place of Connal ? Here was the din of arms ; and here the groans of the dying.... | |
| Early English newspapers - 1760 - 708 pages
...the inufing hunter alone (talks ilowly over rhe heath. Who can reach the fource of thy race, O Qmnal? and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the the point of hit knife ; and the afflft- p wind with its lofty head. Who (hall ant, who holds the leg... | |
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