Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; tho stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest alone. Who can be a companion of thy course... The Poems of Ossian: To which are Prefixed a Preliminary Discourse and ... - Page 233 1850 - 492 pages Full view -
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