He lifted high his shadowy spear! He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword; the blade of darkbrown Luno. The gleaming path of the steel winds through the gloomy ghost. The form fell shapeless into air... The Poems of Ossian - Page 651812Full view - About this book
| 1909 - 792 pages
...spear. He bent forward his dreadful height. Fingal, advancing, drew his sword, the blade of dark brown Luno. The gleaming path of the steel winds through...the staff of the boy disturbs as it rises from the half extinguished furnace. The Spirit of Loda shrieked, as rolled into himself he rose on the wind."... | |
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