Quote#Nature
"Pleasant are the words of the song," said Cuthullin, "and lovely are…
Quote byJames Macpherson · 1736–1796
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Fingal, an ancient Epic Poem, Book III.
English (original)
"Pleasant are the words of the song," said Cuthullin, "and lovely are the tales of other times. They are like the calm dew of the morning on the hill of roes, when the sun is faint on its side, and the lake is settled and blue in the vale."
— James Macpherson
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