Poems in Two Volumes: Containing Gertrude of Wyoming and Miscellaneous Pieces, Volumes 1-2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1810 - Wyoming Valley (Pa.) |
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... 'er , and feudal grief , Had forc'd him from a home he lov'd so dear ! Yet found he here a home , and glad relief , • Scotland , 2 The great whirlpool of the Western Hebrides . And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf , 10.
... 'er , and feudal grief , Had forc'd him from a home he lov'd so dear ! Yet found he here a home , and glad relief , • Scotland , 2 The great whirlpool of the Western Hebrides . And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf , 10.
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... grief but ill beguil'd A soul that was not wont to be unmann'd ; ' And stay , ' he cried , dear pilgrim of the wild ! Preserver of my old , my boon companion's child ! - XXI . • Child of a race whose name my bosom warms , • On earth's ...
... grief but ill beguil'd A soul that was not wont to be unmann'd ; ' And stay , ' he cried , dear pilgrim of the wild ! Preserver of my old , my boon companion's child ! - XXI . • Child of a race whose name my bosom warms , • On earth's ...
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... grief his little heart could hold : " By kindred he was sent for o'er the sea , They tore him from us when but twelve years old , " And scarcely for his loss have I been yet consol'd .'— XIX . His face the wand'rer hid , -but could not ...
... grief his little heart could hold : " By kindred he was sent for o'er the sea , They tore him from us when but twelve years old , " And scarcely for his loss have I been yet consol'd .'— XIX . His face the wand'rer hid , -but could not ...
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... grief that knew not consolation's name : Casting his Indian mantle o'er the youth , He watch'd , beneath its folds , each burst that came Convulsive , ague - like across his shuddering frame ! XXXV . " And I could weep ; ' - 71.
... grief that knew not consolation's name : Casting his Indian mantle o'er the youth , He watch'd , beneath its folds , each burst that came Convulsive , ague - like across his shuddering frame ! XXXV . " And I could weep ; ' - 71.
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... grief • The death - song of my father's son ! • Or bow this head in woe ; For by my wrongs , and by my wrath ! To - morrow Areouski's breath , ( That fires yon heav'n with storms of death ) , ' Shall light us to the foe : And we shall ...
... grief • The death - song of my father's son ! • Or bow this head in woe ; For by my wrongs , and by my wrath ! To - morrow Areouski's breath , ( That fires yon heav'n with storms of death ) , ' Shall light us to the foe : And we shall ...
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Albert's amidst ARGYLESHIRE arms Athunree bark battle bawn behold beneath bird bleeding blood bosom Bourgo bow'r Brandt breath brothers burst calumet chief Christian Connocht Moran's cried Culloden dark dear death deer desolate dream eagle enemies England Erin Erin go bragh ev'n eyes father's fire flow'r GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's Glenara grief hand heard heart heav'n Highland hills Indian Innisfail Ireland Irish isles kindred knew lady land light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd LOVE LIES BLEEDING morn mountain never night O'Connor's child o'er pale peace plume pow'r Prince psaltery roar rock round rush'd savannas Scotland second sight seem'd seers shore Sir John Johnson sire song soul spirit Stanza 23 star storm stormy tempests blow stranger sweet sword tears thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thou Travels tree tribe Twas Verse vision Waldegrave's wampum warrior weep wild woods wrath
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Page 27 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Page 26 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 6 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 43 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
Page 16 - But its bridle is- red with the sign of despair. Weep Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave.
Page 55 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 19 - For the red eye of battle is shut in despair. Say, mounts he the ocean-wave, banished, forlorn, Like a limb from his country cast bleeding and torn...
Page 14 - LOCHIEL ! Lochiel, beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight...
Page 40 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our...
Page 130 - That in ancient times a herd of these tremendous animals came to the Big-bone licks, and began an universal destruction of the bear, deer, elks, buffaloes, and other animals which had been created for the use of the Indians...