...great stream. dwells in the breast of the sad. But sorrow wastes the mournful, O daughter of Toscar ! and their days are few ! They fall away, like the flower on which the sun hath looked in his strength after the mildew has passed over it, when its head is heavy with the...

...they »re wafted with irourning, O daughter of ToCcar, and their days are few. They fall away Tike the flower on which the fun looks in his ftrength, after the mildew has paffed over it, and its head is heavy with the drops of night. Ossian. 'Why did not I pafs away in...

...treasured woes lu pining solitude. Perhaps thy mind Takes the same pensive cast. daughter of Toscar, and their days are few ! They fall away, like the flower on which the sun hath looked in his strength after the mildew has passed over it, when its head is heavy with the...

...grief when peace dwells in the breast of the sad. But sorrow wastes the mournful, 0 daughter of Toscar, and their days are few. They fall away, like the flower on which the sun louks in his strength after the mildew has passed over it, and its head is heavy with the drops...

...when peace dwells in the breast of the sad. But sorrow wastes the mournful, O daughter of Toscar ! and their days are few! They fall away, like the flower on which the sun hath looked in his strength after the mildew has passed over it, when its head is heavy with the...

...Fingal. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells with the forrowful. But they are wafted with mourning O daughter of Tofcar, and their days are few. They...in his ftrength, after the mildew has pafled over it, and its head is heavy with the drops of night. Fingal. The fight obtained of the city of Jerufalem...

...There is a joy in grief when peace dwells with " the forrowful. But they are wafted with mourn" ing, О daughter of Tofcar, and their days are " few. They...fun looks in his ftrength, after the mildew " has pafied over it, and its head is heavy with the " drops of night." Fingal. Out, out, brief candle !...

...grief when peace dwells with the sorrowful. But they are wasted with mourning O daughter of Toscar, and their days are few. They fall away like the flower on which the sun looks in his strength, after the mildew has passed over it, and its head is heavy with the drops...

...grief when peace dwells with the sorrowful. But they are wasted with mourning, O daughter of Toscar, and their days are few. They fall away like the flower on which the sun looks in his strength, after the mildew has passed over it, and its head is heavy with the drops...

...peace dwells with the orrowful. But they are wasted \vilh mourning O daughter of T^scar, and tlieir days are few. They fall away like the flower on which the sun looks in his strength, after the mildew has passed over it, and its head is heavy with the drops...