The oaks of the mountains fall : the \ mountains themfelves decay with years ; the ocean fhrinks and grows again : the moon herfelf is loft in heaven ; but thou art for ever the fame ; rejoicing in the brightnefs of thy courfe. When the world is dark... The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal - Page 371783Full view - About this book
| William Belsham - Great Britain - 1802 - 644 pages
...decay with years ; the ocean fhrinks and grows again ; the moon herfelf \» loft in heaven : bat thoa art for ever the fame, rejoicing in the brightnefs...dark with tempefts ; when thunder rolls and lightning ffies, tbon looked in thy beauty from the clouds, and laugheft at the ftortn. Buc to Offian thou lookeft... | |
| Sophie Ristaud Cottin - 1803 - 1044 pages
...grows again; " the moon herfelf i» loft in heaven ; *' but thou art for ever the fame, rejoic" ing in the brightnefs of thy courfe. " When the world is dark with temts pefts; when the thunder rolls and the ** lightning flies; thou looked in thy " beauty ,' beauty... | |
| Henry Home (lord Kames.), Lord Henry Home Kames - Civilization - 1807 - 530 pages
...thy courfe ! The oaks of " the mountain fall : the mountains decay with " years : the ocean fhrinks and grows again : the " moon herfelf is loft in heaven : but thou art " for ever the fame, rejoycing in the brightnefs of " thy courfe. When tempefts darken the world, " when thunder rolls,... | |
| Henry Home (lord Kames.), Lord Henry Home Kames - Civilization - 1807 - 528 pages
...thy courfe ! The oaks of " the mountain fall : the mountains decay with " years : the ocean fhrinks and grows again : the " moon herfelf is loft in heaven : but thou art " for ever the fame, rejoycing in the brightnefs of " thy courfe. When tempefts darken the world, " when thunder rolls,... | |
| Dafydd Moore - Celts in literature - 2004 - 612 pages
...voice, and add thy name Leoks from thy fok dominion like the god O fun ! years ; the ocean fhrinks and grows again : the moon herfelf is loft in heaven;...beauty, from the clouds, and laugheft at the ftorm. But to Oflian, thou lookeft in vain ; for he beholds thy beams no more ; whether thy yellow hair flows... | |
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