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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... wave their morn restore . Sweet land ! may I thy lost delights recall , And paint thy Gertrude in her bowers of yore , Whose beauty was the love of Pennsylvania's shore ! II . Delightful Wyoming ! beneath thy skies , The.
... wave their morn restore . Sweet land ! may I thy lost delights recall , And paint thy Gertrude in her bowers of yore , Whose beauty was the love of Pennsylvania's shore ! II . Delightful Wyoming ! beneath thy skies , The.
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... sweet forehead mild The parted ringlet shone in simplest guise , An inmate in the home of Albert smil'd , Or blest his noonday walk - she was his only child . X. The rose of England bloom'd on Gertrude's cheek- What though these shades ...
... sweet forehead mild The parted ringlet shone in simplest guise , An inmate in the home of Albert smil'd , Or blest his noonday walk - she was his only child . X. The rose of England bloom'd on Gertrude's cheek- What though these shades ...
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... sweet fairy - lore he heard her con , ( The playmate ere the teacher of her mind ) : All uncompanion'd else her years had gone Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . XIII . And summer was the tide , and sweet the ...
... sweet fairy - lore he heard her con , ( The playmate ere the teacher of her mind ) : All uncompanion'd else her years had gone Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . XIII . And summer was the tide , and sweet the ...
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... sweet sagamité ; • But she was journeying to the land of souls , • And lifted up her dying head to pray • That we should bid an ancient friend convey ' Her orphan to his home of England's shore ; • And take , she said , this token far ...
... sweet sagamité ; • But she was journeying to the land of souls , • And lifted up her dying head to pray • That we should bid an ancient friend convey ' Her orphan to his home of England's shore ; • And take , she said , this token far ...
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... sweet ' To feed thee with the quarry of my bow , ' And pour'd the lotus - horn , or slew the mountain roe . XXVI . Adieu ! sweet scion of the rising sun ! " But should affliction's storms thy blossom mock , Then come again - my own ...
... sweet ' To feed thee with the quarry of my bow , ' And pour'd the lotus - horn , or slew the mountain roe . XXVI . Adieu ! sweet scion of the rising sun ! " But should affliction's storms thy blossom mock , Then come again - my own ...
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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...