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...thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, О fun, in the ftrength of thy youth. Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon *, when it ihines through broken clouds, and the mill is on the hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain,...

..."* iclouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning* Exult then, O fun, in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering...clouds, and the mift is on the hills ; the blaft of the north is on the plain, the traveller fhrinks in the midft of his journey. THE THE . i DEATH of...

...clouds, carelefs of the voice of the " morning. Exult, then, O Sun, in the " ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and " unlovely; it is like the glimmering..." the moon when it fhines through broken " clouds ; the blaft of the north is on the " plain, and the traveller flmnks in the midH * of his journey."...

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...thy clouds, carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, O fun ! in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering...the traveller fhrinks in the midft of his journey. -* OIN AM ORUL POEM. VOL, I. H AR GU MEN T. After an addrefs to Malvina, the daughter of Tofear, Offian...

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...thy clouds carelefs of the voice of the morning. Exult then, О Sun, in the ftrength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon when it {hiñes through broken clouds ; the blaft of the North is on the plain, and the traveller fhrinks in...

...clouds, care•lefs of the voice of the morning. — Exult then, О fun, in the ftrength of thy youth ! age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glimmering light of the moon, when it mines through broken clouds, and the mill is on the hills, the howling blaft of the north is on the...