 | Fragments - 1760 - 82 pagina’s
...reach the fource of thy race, O Connal ? and who recount thy Fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the •wind with its lofty...from the earth. Who fhall fupply the place of Connal ? . "*\i * • m HERE was the din of arms; and here the groans of the dying. Mournful are the wars... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 380 pagina’s
...reach the Source of thy Race, O Connal? anil who recount thy Fathers? Thy Family grew like an Oak on the Mountain, which meeteth the Wind with its lofty...torn from the Earth. Who fhall fupply the Place of Cannal ? Here was the Din of Arms ; and here the Groans of the dying. Mournful are the Wars of Flngall... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 378 pagina’s
...reach the Source of thy Race, O Cfnnal? and who recount thy Fathers? Thy Family grew like an Oak on the Mountain, which meeteth the Wind with its lofty Head. But now it is torn from the Earth. .Who ihall fupply the Place of Connal ? Here was the Din of Arms j ajid here the Groans of the dying. Mournful... | |
 | 1765 - 416 pagina’s
...reach the fource of thy race, O Connal ? and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty...the din of arms ; and here the groans of the dying. Bloody are the wars of Fingal ! O Connal ! it was here thou didft fall. Thine arm was like a ftorm... | |
 | 1765 - 374 pagina’s
...reach the Source of thy Race, O Connal? and who recount thy Fathers ? Thy Family grew like an Oak on the Mountain, which meeteth the Wind with its lofty Head. But now it is torn from the Earth. Who (hall fupply the Place of Connal? Here was the Din of Arms ; and here the Groans of the dying. Mournful... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1771 - 390 pagina’s
...Mountain,, which meeteth the Wind with its lofty Head. But now it is torn from the Earth. Who Shall fup gly the Place of Connal? Here was the Din of Arms ; and...the Groans of the dying. Mournful are the Wars of F'tngal ! O Connal! it was here thou didft fall. Thine Arm was like a Storm ; thy Sword a Beam of the... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1771 - 386 pagina’s
...Wind with its lofty Head. But now it is torn from the Earth. Who fhall fupply the Place of Cinnal ? Here was the Din of Arms ; and here the Groans of the dying. Mournful are the Wars of Fingal f O Connal! it Was here thou didft fall. Thine Arm Was like a Storm ; thy Sword a Beam of the Sky ;... | |
 | 1773 - 432 pagina’s
...Connal ?•• who recpunt thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, whjch meetieft? the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from...fupply the place of Connal ? Here was the din of arms ; here the groans of the dying. Bloody are .the wars, pf Fingal ! O Connal ! it was here thou didft... | |
 | 1774 - 428 pagina’s
...-reach the fource of thy race, O Connal ? And who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn frqm the earth, who (hall fupply the place of Connal ? JJere was the din of arms, and here were the... | |
 | 1783 - 274 pagina’s
...reach the fource of thy race , O Connal > and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth. Who' shall fupply the place of Connal? Here was the din of arms ; and here the groans of the dying. Bloody... | |
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Connal ? and who recount thy fathers ? Thy family grew like an oak on the mountain, which meeteth the wind with its lofty head. But now it is torn from the earth. 
