 | Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 pages
...bards of old be near. We sit 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 steep, O ! speak, ye ghosts of the dead — O ! whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1901 - 406 pages
...0 Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ! he was...hear me, sons of my love ! They are silent ! silent forever ! Cold, cold, are their breasts of clay ! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top jf the... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - English literature - 1906 - 844 pages
...shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair in the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. 100 Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love!...clay! Oh! from the rock on the hill, from the top of ice the windy steep, speak, ye ghosts of the dead! speak, I will not be afraid! Whither are ye gone... | |
 | Ernest Rhys - English poetry - 1913 - 410 pages
...brother, my brother ? Why hast thou slain my Salgar ? Why, O Salgar, hast thou slain my brother. . . . Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands. He was terrible in fight. . . ." You see here, and you will see it more clearly if you look up his Celtic originals, how ingeniously... | |
 | Music - 1915 - 986 pages
...bard of old be near. We sit at the rock, but there is no voice ; no light but the meteor of fire. О ! from the rock on the hill, from the top of the windy steep ! О ! speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! О ! whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall... | |
 | J W Von Goethe, Theodor Fontane, Gottfried Keller, Theodor Storm - Fiction - 1917 - 556 pages
...O Salgar ! hast thou slain my brother ? Dear were ye both to me ! what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ! he was...hear me, sons of my love ! They are silent, silent forever ! Cold, cold, are their breasts of clay ! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the... | |
 | Poetry - 1926 - 482 pages
...were ye both to me 1 what shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands 1 he was terrible in fight. Speak to me ; hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love 1 They are silent ; silent for ever 1 Cold, cold are their breasts of clay1 Oh1 from the rock on the... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Fiction - 1995 - 316 pages
...Why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was...hear me, sons of my love! They are silent, silent forever! Cold, cold, are their breasts of clay! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the... | |
 | Jennifer Radden - History - 2002 - 394 pages
...to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrihle in fight! Speak to me! hear my voice! hear me, sons of my love! They are silent! silent forever! Cold, cold, are their hreasts of clay! Oh, from the rock on the hill, from the top of the... | |
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Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear -were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. 
