 | Ossian - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 656
...(token of death) Flies sparkling through the gloom. It rests on the hills, it burns.— I see the fen1, The dark rock, and fallen oak. What dead is that in his shroud, Beneath the tree by the stream f The waves dark tumble on the lake, And lash the rocky"sides. The boat is brimful in the cove ; The... | |
 | James Macpherson - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 654
...the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered fern, the dark browed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream "• The waves dark-tumble on the lake, and lash it§ rocky sides./ Ending on the rustling leaves. With minute drops... | |
 | Ossian - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...the hill. I see the withered tern, the dark-browed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shrowd, beneath the tree, by the stream ? The waves dark- tumble on the lake, and lash its rockv i I raised my voice for Fovar-gormo, when they laid the chief in earth. The aged Crothar... | |
 | 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 426
...the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered fern, the darkbrowed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream ? The waves dark-tumble on the lake, and lash its rocky sides. The boat is brimful in the cave ; the oars on the... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 470
...the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered fern, the dark-browed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream ? The waves dark tumble on the lake, and lash its rocky sides. The boat is brimful in the cove ; the oars on the rocking tide. A maid sits sad... | |
 | 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 248
...the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered fern, the dark-browed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream ? The waves dark tumble on the lake, and lash its rocky sides. The boat is brimful in the cove ; the oars on the rocking tide. A maid sits sad... | |
 | 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered fern, the dark-browed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream ? The waves dark tumble on the lake, and lash its rocky sides. The boat is brimful in the cove ; the oars on the rocking tide. A maid sits sad... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 466
...the gloom. It rests on the 'hill. I see the withered fern, the dark-browed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream ? The waves dark tumble on the lake, and lash its rockj sides. The boat is brimful in the cove ; the oars on the rocking tide. A maid sits sad... | |
 | Elizabeth Amelia Sharp, J. Matthay - 1924 - عدد الصفحات: 520
...the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered fern, the darkbrowed rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream? The waves dark-tumble on the lake, and lash its rocky sides. The boat is brimful in the cove ; the oars on the... | |
 | John Matthews - 1993 - عدد الصفحات: 292
...the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered fern, the dark-browned rock, the fallen oak. Who is that in his shroud beneath the tree, by the stream? The waves dark-tumble on the lake, and lash its rocky sides. The boat is brimful in the cove; the oars on the... | |
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... the grass of the rock. The firs fall from their place. The turfy hut is torn. The clouds, divided, fly over the sky, and show the burning stars. The meteor, token of death ! flies sparkling through the gloom. It rests on the hill. I see the withered... 