...wrath begins " to rise." The king took his (loathful spear, and struek the deeply-sounding shield : his shield that hung high in night, the dismal sign...on the wind. Thrice from the winding vale arose the voiee of deaths. The harps * of the bards untouched, sound mournful over the hill. He struck again...

...shield : his shield that hung high in «igh,t, the dismal sign of war ! Ghosts fled on every aide, and rolled their gathered forms on the wind. Thrice...the winding vale arose the voice of deaths. • The following is the singular sentiment of a frigid bard : " More pleasing to me is the night of Cona,...

...wrath begias to rise. ' The king took his deathful spear, and struck the deeply-sounding shield — his shield, that hung high in night, the dismal sign...gathered forms on the wind. Thrice from the winding vales arose the voice of deaths. The harps of the bards, untouched, sound mournful over the hill. He...

...also mentioned by Ofumf, ''The King look his deathful spear, and struck the deeply-sounding shield: his shield that hung high in night, the dismal sign of war." CANTO VI. 8. 'Yet a Pawn.' Unfortunately the expressive and cutting /им of the original cannot be...

...my wrath begins to rise.' The king took his deathful spear, and struck the deeply-sounding shield : his shield, that hung high in night, the dismal sign...gathered forms on the wind. Thrice from the winding vales arose the voice of dealhs. The harps of the hards, untouched, sound mournful over the hill. He...

...my wrath begins to rise." The king took his deathful spear and struck the deeply-sounding shield : his shield that hung high in night, the dismal sign...the bards, untouched, sound mournful over the hill No flash are they to fly in the dusk 45 Of night, and leave not a trace. I remember Fillan in his sleep...

...and my wrath begins to rise. The king took his deathful spear and struck the deeply-sounding shield : his shield that hung high in night, the dismal sign...the bards, untouched, sound mournful over the hill No flash are they to fly in the dusk 45 Of night, and leave not a trace. I remember Fillan in his sleep...

...my wrath begins to rise." The king took his deathful spear and struck the deeply-sounding shield : his shield that hung high in night, the dismal sign of war ! 450 No flash are they to fly in the dusk 45 Of night, and leave not a trace. I remember Fillan in...

...spear, and struck the deeply sounding shield; his shield that hung high in night, at the dismal sound of war. Ghosts fled on every side, and rolled their...the bards, untouched, sound mournful over the hill. " The blast came rustling through the hall, and gently touched the harp. The sound was mournful and...

...half-extinguished, his face is without form and void." Some "show their dark forms from the chinky rocks." Others " fled on every side, and rolled their gathered forms on the wind." One comforts himself, dying, with, " My fathers shall meet me at the gates of their airy halls, tall,...