...over the waves to Nuath's mournful daugh" ter ? Why did not I pass away in secret, like " the flower of the rock, that lifts its fair head " unseen, and strews its withered leaves on the " blast ? Why didst thou come, O Gaul! to hear " my departing sigh ?—O had I dwelt at Duvranna, "...

...shield amid the watry "Waste ." PoPE'S ODYSSEY. " Why did I not pass away in secret, like the flower of ** the rock that lifts its fair head unseen, and strews its " withered leaves on the blast ;" at once an imitation of Catullus and Gray. " Ut jfoj in septis, secretus nascitur hortis."...

...leaves on the blast 5 ? Why didst thou come, О > Wliy did I not pass away in secret like the flower of the rock, that lifts its fair head unseen, and strews its withered leaves on the blast.] As the ßovxr of the Jie Id, so he flourishcth, for the wind passeth over it, and it is gone....

...the dark blue wave to Nuath's mournful daughter ? Why did I not pass away in secret, like the flower of the rock, that lifts its fair head unseen, and strews its withered leaves to the blast ?" The music of bards, a favourite object with Ossian, is illustrated by a variety of...

...dark blue wave to Nuath's mournful daughter ? Why did not I pass away in secret, like the ' flower of the rock, that lifts its fair head unseen, and ' strews its withered leaves on the blast?" The music of bards, a favourite object with Ossian, is illustrated by a variety of the most...

...also, he had as powerful a talent in describing it. The same remark extends also to Ossian's " flower of the rock, that lifts its fair head " unseen ; and strews its withered leaves on " the blast." It may even be observed, that Ossian's image surpasses that of Catullus, " Flos in septis,...

...from a strong sense Of wjiat is right. THOMSON . Why did I not pass away in secret, like the flower on the rock,, that lifts its fair head unseen, and strews its withered leaves on the blast?" OSSIAJJ. IT was on the third night succeeding the discovery of the captive Louisine, that Theodore,...

...tongue move, methinks her language would be — ' Why did I not pass away in secret, like the flower of the rock, that lifts its fair head unseen, and strews its withered leaves on the blast 1 I pass away in my youth, and my name Khali not be heard. Or it will be heard with sorrow, and...

...him stoop to the vale. CymbeKne, Act IV. Sc. 4. Why did not t pass away in secret, like the flower of the rock that lifts its fair head unseen, and strews its withered leaves on the blast ? Fingal. There is a joy in grief when peace dwells with the sorrowful. But they are wasted with...

...are then capable of forming distinct images. — " Why did I not pass away in secret like the flower of the rock, that lifts its fair head unseen, and strews its withered leaves on the blast." — The imagination can even form images where there is no archetype in nature, " See how the...