...dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her father. Raise the song of mourning, O bards, orer the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us : for, one day, we most fall. Why dost thou build the hall, son of the winged days ? thou lookest from thy towers to-day...

...wall waved round its head. Desolate is 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 * The title of this poem, in the original, Is Duan na nlaoi, ie The Poem of the Itymns : probably on...

...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...

...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...

...GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT. is the dwelling of Mona, Silence is in the house of her fathers ; Raise the song of mourning, O bards, Over the land...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....

...for introducing it. — " Desolate is the dwelling of Moina: silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, O bards, over the land...one day we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, sou of the winged days? thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet -i few years and the blast of the...

...for introducing it. — " Desolate is the dwelling of Moina: silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, O bards, over the land...one day we must fall. Why dost thou build the hall, sou of the winged days? thou lookest from thy towers to-day ; yet a. few years and the blast of the...