 Dost thou force me from my place?' replied the hollow voice. 'The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they vanish ; my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad on the winds ; the tempests...  The Poems of Ossian - Pagina 631812Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1763 - 784 pagina’s
...and th?y vanifli : my noftriis pour the bfatt of death. I come * abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds, ths fitUs of my reft are pleafant. Dwell then in thy calm fields, faid Fingal, and let Coinhal's fon... | |
 | 1765 - 416 pagina’s
...and they vanifh : my noftrils pour the blaft of death. I come * abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds, the fields of my reft are pleafant. DWELL then in thy calm field, faid Fingal, and let Comhal's fon be forgot. Do my... | |
 | Robert Henry - 1788 - 518 pagina’s
...are " before my face. The blafts are in the hollow " of my hand : the courfe of the ftorm is mine. " But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds : " the fields of my reft are pleafant"'." Vcrfifica- The ancient poets of Britain, and of the other "vn* nations of Europe,... | |
 | Robert Henry - 1789 - 644 pagina’s
...tempefts are before " my face. The bhfts are in the hollow of my " hand : the courfe of the ftorm is mine. But my «« dwelling is calm, above the clouds : the fields of my « reft are pleafent (228)." , Such ai of late o'er pule Britannia pad, I' •!']<! ..mi ferene he... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 pagina’s
...they they vanifh : my noftrils pour the blaft o£ death. I come abroad on the winds t the1 tempefts are before my face. But my dwelling is calm, above the clouds; the fields of my reft are pleafant. Dwell in thy pleafant fields, faid the! ,king: Let Comhal's fort be forgot. Do my... | |
 | Natham Drake - 1800 - 510 pagina’s
...force me from my place?' replied the hollow voice. ' The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and...' -" Dwell in thy pleasant fields," said the king. "LetComhal's son: be forgot. Do my; steps ascend,. from my hills, into thy peaceful plains? Do I meet... | |
 | Ossian - 1801 - 338 pagina’s
...force me from my place , replied the hollow voice? The people liend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and they vanifh: my noftrils pour the Maft of death. I come abroad on the winds : the tempefts are before my... | |
 | Malcolm Laing - 1804 - 556 pagina’s
...and Mars. " A blast came from the " desert. On its wings was the spirit of Loda. — I look " upon the nations and they vanish. My nostrils pour the " blast of death ; the blast is in the hollow of my hand." i. 60. " He rode upon a cherub and did fly, yea he did "... | |
 | Royal Highland and Agricultural Society of Scotland - 1805 - 526 pagina’s
...force me from my place ? replied the hollow Voice. The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave, I look on the nations, and...above the clouds ; the fields of my rest are pleasant. 199 An mittereg ito roe ijisum a meo circo? . . Dixit vox grayis cujui erat jjiaxirue iudistinctus... | |
 | Royal Highland and Agricultural Society of Scotland - 1805 - 532 pagina’s
...force me from my place ? replied the hollow voice. The people bend before me. I turn the battle in the field of the brave. I look on the nations, and...my nostrils pour the blast of death. I come abroad ou the winds: the tempests are before my face. But my dwelling is calm above the clouds -, the fields... | |
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