Fragment VI (James Macpherson Poems)
Son of the noble Fingal, Oscian,Prince of men! what tears run downthe cheeks of age? what shades thymighty soul?Memory, son ...
Son of the noble Fingal, Oscian,Prince of men! what tears run downthe cheeks of age? what shades thymighty soul?Memory, son ...
Evening is grey on the hills. Thenorth wind resounds through thewoods. White clouds rise on the sky: thetrembling snow descends. ...
CONNAL, CRIMORA,CRIMORA.Who cometh from the hill, likea cloud tinged with the beamof the west? Whose voice is that, loudas the wind, ...
Now don't go and say you'd a dim Idea of these stories before, For I've frankly confessed them from Grimm, The monarch of ...
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