But thou dwelleft in the foul of Malvina ,' fon of mighty Oifian. My fighs arife with the beam of the caft ; my 'tears defcend with the drops of night. I was a lovely tree , in thy prefence , Ofcar, with all my branches round me ; but thy death came like... An Analysis of the Galic Language - Page 145 by William Shaw - 1778 - 171 pages Full view -
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