 OUR youth is like the dream of the hunter on the hill of heath. He sleeps in the mild beams of the sun; he awakes amidst a storm; the red lightning flies around: trees shake their heads to the wind! He looks back with joy, on the day of the sun; and the...  Y Traethodydd - Page 521907Full view - About this book
 | Dafydd Moore - Celts in literature - 2004 - 612 pages
...times, in the defart ; and we fliall fing on the winds of the rock, THE WAR of INIS-THONA*: A POEM. iUR youth is like the dream of the hunter on the hill of heath. He flceps in the mild beams of the fun ; but he awakes amidft a florm ; the red lightning flies around... | |
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