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... dead they deem him first : To speak he tries ; but quivering , pale , and parch'd , From lips , as by some pow'rless dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer ...
... dead they deem him first : To speak he tries ; but quivering , pale , and parch'd , From lips , as by some pow'rless dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer ...
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... dead ! XXXVIII . ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue , ⚫ Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side , in battle true , A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold , The desert serpent dwells ...
... dead ! XXXVIII . ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue , ⚫ Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side , in battle true , A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold , The desert serpent dwells ...
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... dead people , when the sight gave them a greater shock than they had ever known before . In their chilled war council they concluded , that as he had done such surprising things in his defence before he was captivated , and since that ...
... dead people , when the sight gave them a greater shock than they had ever known before . In their chilled war council they concluded , that as he had done such surprising things in his defence before he was captivated , and since that ...
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... , 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 : They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and.
... , 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 : They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and.
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... . 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 . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou ...
... . 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 . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou ...
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Albert's amidst ARGYLESHIRE arms Athunree bark battle bawn behold beneath bird bleeding blood bosom Bourgo's bow'r Brandt breath brothers burst calumet chief Christian Connocht Moran's cried Culloden dark dead 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 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 Oneyda pale peace Pennsylvanian pirogue plume pow'r Prince psaltery roar rock round rush'd savannas second sight seem'd seers shore Sir John Johnson sire song soul spirit star storm stormy tempests blow stranger sweet sword tears thee thou Travels tree tribe Twas Verse vision Waldegrave's wampum warrior weep wild woods wrath YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Page 148 - 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 165 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Page 176 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 164 - 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 155 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 161 - 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 136 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning : no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Page 148 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 156 - British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between.
Page 159 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.