...foreknowledge of events. O Flaherty goes so far as to say, that Fingal's laws were extant in his own time. Raise the song of mourning, O bards ! over the land...one day, we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou lookest from thy towers to-day; yet a few years, and the blast of the...

...the wind. The " fox looked out from the windows ; the rank grass " of the wall waved round his head. Desolate is the " dwelling of Moina ; silence is in the house of her " fathers." Nothing also can be more natural and lively than the manner in which Carthon afterwards describes how...

...to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the...one day, we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou lookcst from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years, and the blast of the...

...falls ; While birds obscene at noon of night deplore, rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the...house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, О bards, over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us : for, one day, we must fall....

...in the wind. The fos looked out from the windows ; the rank grass of the wall waved round his head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her father. Raise the song of mourning, O bards, orer the land of strangers. They have but fallen before...

...to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the...the land of strangers. They have but fallen before * The title of this poem, in the original, Is Duan na nlaoi, ie The Poem of the Itymns : probably on...

...from die windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round his head. Desokte is the dwelling of Mo IN A, silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, oh bards, over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us: for, one day, we must fall. Why...

...moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out at the window ; the rank grass weaved round his head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina. Silence is in the house of her fathers." Shakespeare cannot be omitted on this occasion, as singularly eminent for painting with the pencil...

...whistled tfl 'the wind. The fox looked " out of the window ; the rank grass waved round his " head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina ; silence " is in the house of her fathers." . . Much of the beauty of descriptive poetry depends upon a proper choice of epithets. Many poets are...

...gloomy august pile. As I contemplated it, my mind accompanied my eye with the lines of Ossian : — " They have but fallen before us— for one day we must fall. Whydost thou build the hall, son of the winged day ? Thou lookesf from thy towers to-day; yet, a few...