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" O sun, in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain ; the traveller shrinks in the midst... "
The Works of Ossian, the Son of Fingal - Page 201
1765 - 460 pages
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Annual Register, Volume 4

Edmund Burke - 1800 - 648 pages
...perhaps, like me, for a feafon, and thy year* will have an end. Thou (halt deep in thy clouds, care-left of the voice of the morning.— —Exult then, O fun, in the drength of thy youth. Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon *, when...
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Annual Register, Volume 4

Edmund Burke - 1762 - 666 pages
...art perhaps, like me, for a feafon, and thy years will have an end, Thou ihalt fleep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. - Exult then,...is like the glimmering light of the moon *, when it mines through broken clouds, .and die mift is on the hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain,...
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The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and ..., Volume 4

1762 - 618 pages
...have an end. Thou (halt fleep ¿i thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, О fun, in the ftrength of thy youth. Age is dark and...is like the glimmering light of the moon *, when it ihines through broken clouds, and the mill is on the hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain,...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

1773 - 432 pages
...thou art perhaps, like me, for a feafon, thy years will have an end. Thou malt deep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then,...Age is dark and unlovely > it is like the glimmering mering light of the moon, when it fliines through broken clouds, and the mift is on the hills ; the...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

1790 - 322 pages
...thou art perhaps, like me, for a feafon, thy years will have an end. Thou fhalt fleep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O fun ! in the ftrength of thy youth 1 Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon, when it fhines through broken...
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The New-York magazine; or, Literary repository, Volume 2

1791 - 822 pages
...malt fleep in thy clouds, carelcfs of the voice of the moming. Exult then, О Sun, in the ftrcngth of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it mines through broken clouds ; the blaft of the north is on the plain, and the traveller (hrinks in...
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Encyclopædia Britannica: Or, A Dictionary of Arts ..., Volume 3, Part 1

Colin Macfarquhar, George Gleig - 1797 - 430 pages
...an end : thou ihalt deep in thy clouds, care•lefs of the voice of the morning. — Exult then, О fun, in the ftrength of thy youth ! age is dark and...is like the glimmering light of the moon, when it mines through broken clouds, and the mill is on the hills, the howling blaft of the north is on the...
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The Poems of Ossian, the Son of Fingal, Volume 1

1799 - 252 pages
...perhaps, like me for a ieafon, and thy years will have an end. Thou fnalt fleep in ihy clouds, careiefs cf the voice of the morning. Exult then, O fun, in the...is like the glimmering light of the moon, -when it (hines through broken clouds, and the mift is on the hills; the blaft of the north is on the plain,...
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The History of Scotland: From the Union of the Crowns on the ..., Volume 2

Malcolm Laing - 1800 - 500 pages
...dangerous glimpfe of the divine, the fun is defired to " exult in the " ftrength of his youth, for age is dark and unlovely. It " is like the glimmering light of the . moon, when it " mines through broken clouds, and the mift is on the " hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain,...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

1801 - 326 pages
...thou art perhaps , like me, for a feafon, thy years will hav« an end. Thou [halt deep in thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O fun! in the ftrengih of thy youth! Age is dark and unlovely j it is like the glimmering light of the moon, when...
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