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" I love a foe like Cathmor : his soul is great; his arm is strong; there is fame in his battles. But the little soul is like a vapour that hovers round a marshy lake. It never rises on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. "
St. Clair: Or, The Heiress of Desmond - Page 156
by Lady Morgan (Sydney) - 1812
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

Bards and bardism - 1803
...Cathmor," says Fingal, " his soul is great 5 his arnj is strong ; his battles are " full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapour " that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises " on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. Its " dwelling is in the cave ; and...
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The Poems of Ossian, Volume 1

Bards and bardism - 1803
...battles are " full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapour " that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises " on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. Its " dwelling is in the cave ; and it sends forth the dart says to him, " Why bursts the sigh of Armin...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. Blair's critical dissertations

Ossian - 1806
...Cathmor," says Fingal, " his soul is great ; his arm is strong ; his battles are full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapour that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. Its dwelling is in the cave ; and it...
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Sketches of the History of Man, Volume 1

Lord Henry Home Kames - Civilization - 1813
...love a foe " like Cathmor : his soul is great ; his arm strong ; and " his battles full of fame. But the little soul is like a " vapour that hovers round the marshy lake, which " never *' never rises on the green hill, lest the winds meet it " there *." Ossian speaks : "But let us fly,...
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The soldier of fortune; an historical and political romance

Thomas Ashe - 1816
...apprehensive of little evils, but the soul of a coward is like a vapour that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises on the green hill, lest .the winds meet it there, and it perish. I was so little intimidated by the menace of Donna Elvira, though I was fully sensible...
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The Indicator, Volume 1

Leigh Hunt - 1820
...I love a foe like Cathmor: his soul is great; bis arm is strong; his battles are full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapour, that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises on the green bill, lest the winds inert it there." A TERRIBLE OMEN. — " A mist rose...
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The Indicator, and the Companion: A Miscellany for the Fields and ..., Volume 1

Leigh Hunt - 1834
...battles are full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapour, that hovers ronnd the marshy lake. It never rises on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. A terrible Omen. — A mist rose slowly from the lake. It came, in the figure of an aged man, along...
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The Indicator and the Companion: A Miscellany for the Fields and ..., Volume 1

Leigh Hunt - English essays - 1835
...love a foe like Cathmor: his aoul is great ; his arm is strong ; his battles are full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapour, that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. A terrible Omen. — A mist rose slowly...
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The poems of Ossian, tr. by J. Macpherson. To which are prefixed ...

1845
...Cathmor,' says Fingal, ' his soul is great ; his arm is strong ; his hattles are full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapour that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. Its dwelling is in the cave ; and it...
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The Indicatior: a Miscellany for the Fields and the Fireside

1845
...battles are full of fame. But the little soul is like a vapor, that hovers round the marshy lake. It never rises on the green hill, lest the winds meet it there. Jl terrible Omen. — A mist rose slowly from the lake. It came, in the figure of an aged man, along...
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