 | 1803 - 350 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 648 pàgines
...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.... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 244 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Ossian - 1806 - 366 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Thomas Love Peacock - 1806 - 168 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1807 - 402 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1808 - 330 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Sir John Carr - 1809 - 328 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1810 - 364 pàgines
...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...fathers. Raise the song of mourning, O bards! over Ihe land of strangers. They have but fallen before us: for one day we must fall. Why dost thou build... | |
 | Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 pàgines
...And discord never rise again. S. Webbe. GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT. is the dwelling of Mona, Silence is in the house of her fathers ; Raise the...have but fallen before us, For one day we must fall. Yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes, And whistles round the half-worn shield. Let the... | |
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... the halls : And the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, By the fall of the walls. The thistle shook, there, its lonely head : The moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, The... 
