When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain ; for he beholds thy beams no more, whether thy yellow hair flows on... The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ... - Page 14 by Ossian - 1805 Full view -
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