 I sit in my grief! I wait for morning in my tears! Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream! why should I stay behind?  The Poems of Ossian - Pagina 181810Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Fragments - 1760 - 82 pagina’s
...will not be afraid. Whither are ye gone to reft ? In what cave of the hill fhall I find you ? I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead; but clofe it not* till I come. My life flieth away like a dream: why fliould I ftay behind? Here (hall... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 380 pagina’s
...find you ? No feeble Voice is on the Wind : No Anfwer half-drowned in the Storms of the Hill. I fit in my Grief. I wait for Morning in my Tears. Rear the Tomb, .ye Friends of the Dead ; but clofe it not till I come. My Life flyeth away like a Dream : Why fhould I ftay behind ? Here... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1761 - 378 pagina’s
...feeble Voice is on the Wind : No Anfwer half-drowned in the Storms of the I fit in my Grief. I watt for Morning in my Tears. Rear the Tomb, ye Friends of the Dead; but clofc it not till I come. My Life flyeth away like a Dream : Why fhould I ftay behind ? Here lhall... | |
 | 1765 - 416 pagina’s
...fhall I find you ?: No feeble voice is on the wind : no anfwer half-drowned in the ftorms of the kill. I SIT in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead ; but clofe it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream : why fhould I ftay behind ? Here... | |
 | 1783 - 274 pagina’s
...find you ? No feeble voice is on the wind : no anfwer half- drowned in. the florins of the hill, I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb , ye friends of the dead ; but clofe it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream : why should f flay behind ? Here... | |
 | Daniel Webb - 1787 - 276 pagina’s
...you ? No feeble voice is on the wind: no anfwer half-drowned in the ftorms of the hill. * •" I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead ; but clofe it not till I come. My life flieth away like a dream: why mould I ftay behind? Here fhall... | |
 | Ossian - 1790 - 446 pagina’s
...the dead ! fpeak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to reft ? In what cave of the hill fhall I find the departed ? No feeble voice is on the gale : no anfwer half-drowned in the ftorm ! I fit in my grief! I wait for morning in my tears ! Rear the tomb,... | |
 | 1799 - 252 pagina’s
...find you ? No feeble voice is on the wind : no anfwer half-drowned in the florms of the hill. , I fit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears! Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead : but clofe it not till Colma come. My life flies av.';iy like a dream.: \vhy fliould I ftay behind... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 648 pagina’s
...speak, ye ghosts of the dead ! speak, I will not be afraid ! Whither are ye gone to rest ? In what cave of the hill shall I find the departed '* ? No feeble...tomb, ye friends of the dead. Close it not till Colma come. My life flies away like a dream '3 : why should I stay behind ? Here shall I rest with my friends,... | |
 | Ossian - 1805 - 656 pagina’s
...shall I find you ? No feeble voice is on the vintt : no answer half-drowned in the storms of the hill. I sit in my grief. I wait for morning in my tears. Rear the tomb, ye friends of the dead ; huh close it not till I come. My life flieth away like a dream : why should I stay behind ? Here... | |
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