Fragment VII (James Macpherson Poems)
Why openest thou afresh the spring ofmy grief, O son of Alpin, inquiringhow Oscur fell? My eyes are blind withtears; ...
Why openest thou afresh the spring ofmy grief, O son of Alpin, inquiringhow Oscur fell? My eyes are blind withtears; ...
Son of the noble Fingal, Oscian,Prince of men! what tears run downthe cheeks of age? what shades thymighty soul?Memory, son ...
By the side of a rock on the hill, beneaththe aged trees, old Osciansat on the moss; the last of ...
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