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... nobler hound , So died their warriors by our battle - brand ; ' And from the tree we with her child unbound ' A lonely mother of the Christian land— 5 Manitou , Spirit or Deity . ' Her lord — the captain of the British band- 18.
... nobler hound , So died their warriors by our battle - brand ; ' And from the tree we with her child unbound ' A lonely mother of the Christian land— 5 Manitou , Spirit or Deity . ' Her lord — the captain of the British band- 18.
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... in the dreaming land Shouldst thou to - morrow with thy mother meet , ' Oh ! tell her spirit , that the white man's hand ' Hath pluck'd the thorns of sorrow from thy feet ; . ' While I in lonely wilderness shall greet ‹ 23.
... in the dreaming land Shouldst thou to - morrow with thy mother meet , ' Oh ! tell her spirit , that the white man's hand ' Hath pluck'd the thorns of sorrow from thy feet ; . ' While I in lonely wilderness shall greet ‹ 23.
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And Other Poems Thomas Campbell . ' While I in lonely wilderness shall greet ‹ Thy little foot prints — or by traces know The fountain , where at noon I thought it sweet To feed thee with the quarry of my bow , ' And pour'd the lotus ...
And Other Poems Thomas Campbell . ' While I in lonely wilderness shall greet ‹ Thy little foot prints — or by traces know The fountain , where at noon I thought it sweet To feed thee with the quarry of my bow , ' And pour'd the lotus ...
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... . Apart there was a deep untrodden grot , Where oft the reading hours sweet Gertrude wore ; Tradition had not nam'd its lonely spot ; But here ( methinks ) might India's sons explore Their fathers ' dust , 10 or lift , perchance 34.
... . Apart there was a deep untrodden grot , Where oft the reading hours sweet Gertrude wore ; Tradition had not nam'd its lonely spot ; But here ( methinks ) might India's sons explore Their fathers ' dust , 10 or lift , perchance 34.
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... loneliness of earth that overawes , - Where , resting by some tomb of old Cacique , The lama - driver on Peruvia's peak , Nor living voice nor motion marks around ; But storks that to the boundless forest shriek , Or wild - cane arch ...
... loneliness of earth that overawes , - Where , resting by some tomb of old Cacique , The lama - driver on Peruvia's peak , Nor living voice nor motion marks around ; But storks that to the boundless forest shriek , Or wild - cane arch ...
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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.