 Cold, cold, are their breasts of clay ! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! Speak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed? No feeble...  The Harvard Classics Shelf of Fiction, Volume 15: German Fiction - Page 48by J W Von Goethe, Theodor Fontane, Gottfried Keller, Theodor Storm - 1917Full view - About this book
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love ! They arc silent ; silent for ever! objects. In the 'Cenci' we have a strong and almost...illustration of this original feature of his poetry : — you gone to rest ! In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed I No feeble voice is on the gale... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love ! They are silent ; silent for ever! and heroic enterprise is gone! you gone to rest ! lu what cave of the hill shall I find the departed ? No feeble voice is on the gale... | |
 | Ossian - 1845 - 546 pages
...voice ; hear me, sons of my love ! They are silent ; silent for ever ! Cold, cold, are their breast of clay ! Oh ! from the rock on the hill, from the...ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, I will not be afraid I Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed ? No feeble voice... | |
 | Bards and bardism - 1847 - 400 pages
...terrible in fight. Speak to me; hear my voice! hear me, sons of my love! They are silent; silent for ever! Cold, cold are their breasts of clay! Oh! from the...dead! speak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye The Poemt nf Osiian \ 4 gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed? No feeble... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1851 - 764 pages
...fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my lore ! They are silent ; silent for ever ! depression, and contempt ; to remember the forgotten,...forsaken, and compare and collate the distresses of all m bo afraid ! Whither are you gone to rest ! In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed ? No... | |
 | Concordia society - Glees, catches, rounds, etc - 1852 - 108 pages
...bards of old be near. We fit at the rock, but there is no voice, No light but the meteor of fire. O from the rock on the hill, From the top of the windy fteep, O fpeak, ye ghofts of the dead, Whither are ye gone to reft ? In what cave of the hill fhall... | |
 | Lucius Osgood - Elocution - 1858 - 494 pages
...to me*; hear my voice*; hear me*, sons of my love'! They are silent*; silent foreverM Cold, cold wre their breasts of clay! Oh, from the rock on the hill,...are ye gone to rest*! In what cave of the hill shall T find the departed*? No feeble voice is on the gale; no answer half-drowned in the storm! I sit in... | |
 | John Edmund Reade - 1858 - 334 pages
...thunder cleaves the troubled clouds. Open thou thy stormy halls — let the bards of old be near ; — O, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak ye ghosts of the dead ! Whither are ye gone to rest — in what cave of the hill shall I find the departed ? No feeble voice... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1859 - 120 pages
...in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love! They are silent ; silent for ever! Cold, cold are their breasts of clay ! Oh ! from the...windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, 1 will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed... | |
 | 1865 - 838 pages
...in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love! They are silent; silent for ever 1 Cold, cold are their breasts of clay ! Oh ! from the...the hill, from the top of the windy steep, speak, ye ghost* of the dead ! speak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to rest? In what cave of the... | |
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