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" I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely... "
The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal - Page 23
1783
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Ossian and the Clyde: Fingal in Ireland. Oscar in Iceland, Or Ossian ...

Peter Hately Waddell - Arran, Island of (Scotland) - 1875 - 446 pages
...from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round his head" — and can hardly help concluding that this so-called " monument"...
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The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poetry. Miscellanies. Four ages of poetry ...

Thomas Love Peacock - English literature - 1875 - 496 pages
...its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook, there, its lonely head : the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round his head. Desolate is the dwelling of MOINA, silence is in the house...
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The Poets and Poetry of Scotland, from the Earliest to the Present Time ...

James Grant Wilson - English poetry - 1876 - 604 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina; silence is in the house...
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The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and Modern

John Ross - English poetry - 1878 - 786 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook, there, its lonely head : the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round his head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house...
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The Book of Scottish Poems: Ancient and Modern

John Ross - English poetry - 1878 - 816 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook, there, its lonely head : the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round his head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house...
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The Book of Dumbartonshire: County

Joseph Irving - Dumbartonshire (Scotland) - 1879 - 440 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head : the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows : the rank grass of the hall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina : silence is in the house...
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Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an ..., Volume 2

George Gilfillan - 1881 - 368 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows ; the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina; silence is in the house...
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A Poet's Sketch-book: Selections from the Prose Writings of Robert Buchanan

Robert Williams Buchanan - English poetry - 1883 - 372 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows ; the rank grass of the wall waved round his head." It is an eerie wail out of the solitude. We are blown hither...
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The Curio

Art objects - 1888 - 318 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved around its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house...
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Cross Lights

Harry Butler SIMPSON - 1888 - 222 pages
...from its place by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house...
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