“The old bard, with his heart bleeding for the loss of all his friends, is meditating on the dif-
ferent phases of the moon….and presently the idea arises…she retires to mourn over the loss of other moons, or of stars, whom he calls
her sisters, and fancies to have once rejoiced with her.” Ossian
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ferent phases of the moon….and presently the idea arises…she retires to mourn over the loss of other moons, or of stars, whom he calls
her sisters, and fancies to have once rejoiced with her.” Ossian