...the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, О bards, over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before...towers to-day ; yet a few years, and the blast of the desart comes*3; it howls in thy empty talions of the clasping ivy and the fox obscene. But the original...

...the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, O bards ! over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before...thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou lookcst from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes ; it howls in the...

...me of the words of Ossian. " Why dost " thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou look'st " from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years, and the blast of " the desart comes : it howls in thy empty court" Stupendous mountains enclose this place on all sides, except...

...has become a dreary desert. The venerable remains of this city reminded me of the words of Ossian. " Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? Thou " look'st from thy towers to-day ; yet a few years, and the blast of " the desartcomes: it howls in...

...gloomy august pile. As I contemplated it, my mind accompanied my eye with the lines of Ossian : — " They have but fallen before us— for one day we must fall. Whydost thou build the hall, son of the winged day ? Thou lookesf from thy towers to-day; yet, a few...

...dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, O bards! over Ihe land of strangers. They have but fallen before us:...thou build the hall, son of the winged days? Thou * The title of this poem, in the original, is Duan na nlaoi, ie The Foem of the Hymns .- probably on...

...generally concluding with an emphatic shake of the headj and a melancholy apostrophe from Qs&ian ; " Why' dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? thou lookest from thy tower to-day, yet a few years, and the blast of the desert shall come} it howls in thy empty court,...

...song of mourning over " the strangers. One day we must fall ; and they have " only fallen before us. Why dost thou build the hall, " son of the winged days ! Thou lookest from thy towers " to day : soon will the blast of the desert come. It " howls in thy empty court, and whistles over...

...the dwelling of Mona, Silence is in the house of her fathers ; Raise the song of mourning, O bards, Over the land of strangers, — They have but fallen before us, For one day we must fall. Yet a few years, and the blast of the desert comes, And whistles round the half-worn shield. Let the...

...written beneath an Elm, in the Churchyard of Harrow on the Hill 159 POEMS. ON LEAVING NEWSTEAD ABBEY. WHY dost thou build the hall ? Son of the winged days ! Thou lookest from thy tower to day ; yet a few years, and the blast of the desart comes ; it howls in thy empty court. OSSIAN....