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" Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud; thy steps are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring... "
The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ... - Page 49
by Ossian - 1805
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Post-structuralist Readings of English Poetry

Richard Machin, Christopher Norris - Literary Criticism - 1987 - 422 pages
...a twofold sequence. The star's "silent beam" leads to memory by distancing the raging sounds of day ("The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock"); memory, however, recovers an inconsolable sound. "Colma left alone on the hill with all her voice of...
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The Sorrows of Young Werther ; Elective Affinities ; Novella

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Fiction - 1995 - 316 pages
...down and read. "Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud; thy steps are stately on thy hill....rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light? But thou dost smile and...
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The Nature of Melancholy: From Aristotle to Kristeva

Jennifer Radden - History - 2002 - 394 pages
...began to read. "Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud; thy steps are stately on thy hill....What dost thou behold in the plain? The stormy winds arc laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the distant rock. The flies...
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Ossian and Ossianism: The poems of Ossian, Volume 2

Dafydd Moore - Celts in literature - 2004 - 612 pages
...from thy cloud : thy fteps are {lately on thy hill. What doft thou behold in the plain ? The ftormy winds are laid. The murmur of the torrent comes from afar. Roaring waves climb the diflant rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings, and the hum of their courfe is on the...
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Leiden Des Jungen Werther

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Stanley Appelbaum - Foreign Language Study - 2003 - 244 pages
...Ossian Passage41 Star of descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud: thy steps are stately on thy hill, What dost thou hehold in the plain? The stormy winds are laid. The umrumr of the torrent conies from afar. Roaring...
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A Careful Longing: The Poetics and Problems of Nostalgia

Aaron Santesso - Literary Criticism - 2006 - 230 pages
...surroundings. "The Songs of Selma" begins by asking "What dost thou behold in the plain?" and responds, "The flies of evening are on their feeble wings, and the hum of their course is on the field" (166), which recalls the droning beetle in Gray's Elegy or his "The insect youth are on the...
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The Vassar Miscellany, Volume 20

Universities and colleges - 1890 - 416 pages
...descriptions : " Star of descending night ! fair is thy light in the west ! Thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud ; thy steps are stately on thy hill....rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light? But thou dost smile and...
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Philological Quarterly, Volume 4

Classical philology - 1925 - 402 pages
...descending night! fair is thy light in the west! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud: thy stops are stately on thy hill. What dost thou behold in...rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair lightf But thou dost smile and...
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Scotia: The Journal of the St. Andrew Society, Volume 5

1911 - 318 pages
...thy light in the west ! thou liftest thy unshorn head from thy cloud : thy steps are stately on the hill. What dost thou behold in the plain ? The stormy...rock. The flies of evening are on their feeble wings ; the hum of their course is on the field. What dost thou behold, fair light ? But thou dost smile...
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