"Conlath and Cuthona" 
The Poems of Ossian
                                    
        “Look when the clouds are blowing
And all the winds are free:
In fury of their going
They fall upon the sea.
But though the blast is frantic,
And though the tempest raves,
The deep immense Atlantic
Is still beneath the waves.”
    
    
    
    
        
        
        
            
            
        
        
        
        
        
        Wind, Moon and Tides.
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Frederic William Henry Myers 1
English poet and essayist 1843–1901Related quotes
                                        
                                        Qual vento a cui s'oppone o selva o colle,
Doppia nella contesa i soffj e l'ira;
Ma con fiato più placido e più molle
Per le campagne libere poi spira.
Come fra scoglj il mar spuma e ribolle:
E nell'aperto onde più chete aggira.
Così quanto contrasto avea men saldo,
Tanto scemava il suo furor Rinaldo. 
Canto XX, stanza 58 (tr. Fairfax) 
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
                                    
"Sonnet II" in Scribner's Monthly Vol. IX (November 1874 - April 1875), p. 359.
                                        
                                         The Song of the Dead http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/K/KiplingRudyard/verse/volumeXI/songdead.html, II, Stanza 1 (1896). 
The Seven Seas (1896)
                                    
                                        
                                        Canto V, lines 28–30 (tr. Charles S. Singleton). 
The Divine Comedy (c. 1308–1321), Inferno
                                    
                                        
                                        "Carric-thura", p. 147 
The Poems of Ossian