Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, ...; and J. Murray, ., 1819 - Wyoming Valley (Pa.) - 160 pages |
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... lov'd so dear ! Yet found he here a home , and glad relief , And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf , That fir'd his Highland blood with mickle glee : And England sent her men , of men the chief , Who taught those sires of ...
... lov'd so dear ! Yet found he here a home , and glad relief , And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf , That fir'd his Highland blood with mickle glee : And England sent her men , of men the chief , Who taught those sires of ...
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... lov'd bequest , —and I may half impart— To them that feel the strong paternal tie , How like a new existence to his heart That living flow'r uprose beneath his eye , Dear as she was from cherub infancy , From hours when she would round ...
... lov'd bequest , —and I may half impart— To them that feel the strong paternal tie , How like a new existence to his heart That living flow'r uprose beneath his eye , Dear as she was from cherub infancy , From hours when she would round ...
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... lov'd England ! when thy name I trace In many a pilgrim's tale and poet's song , ' How can I choose but wish for one embrace · Of them , the dear unknown , to whom belong My mother's looks , -perhaps her likeness strong ? ' Oh parent ...
... lov'd England ! when thy name I trace In many a pilgrim's tale and poet's song , ' How can I choose but wish for one embrace · Of them , the dear unknown , to whom belong My mother's looks , -perhaps her likeness strong ? ' Oh parent ...
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... lov'd his fervid strain , While he each fair variety re - trac'd Of climes , and manners , o'er the eastern main . Now happy Switzer's hills , -romantic Spain , - Gay lilied fields of France , -or , more refin'd , The soft Ausonia's ...
... lov'd his fervid strain , While he each fair variety re - trac'd Of climes , and manners , o'er the eastern main . Now happy Switzer's hills , -romantic Spain , - Gay lilied fields of France , -or , more refin'd , The soft Ausonia's ...
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... lov'd him as my own.- 11 The bridges over narrow streams in many parts of Spanish America are said to be built of cane , which , however strong to sup- port the passenger , are yet waved in the agitation of the storm , and frequently ...
... lov'd him as my own.- 11 The bridges over narrow streams in many parts of Spanish America are said to be built of cane , which , however strong to sup- port the passenger , are yet waved in the agitation of the storm , and frequently ...
Common terms and phrases
Albert's amidst ARGYLESHIRE arms Athunree bark battle bawn behold beneath bird bleeding blood bosom Bourgo's bow'r Brandt breath burst calumet chief chieftain 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 Ireland Irish isles kindred knew lady land light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd love lies bleeding morn mountain night o'er Oneyda pale peace pirogue plume pow'r Prince psaltery roar rock round rush'd savannas scene scorn Scotland second sight seem'd seers shade shore Sir John Johnson sire song soul spirit star storm stormy tempests blow stranger sweet sword tears thee THOMAS CAMPBELL thou tomb Travels tree tribe Twas Verse vision Waldegrave's wampum warrior weep wild woods wrath
Popular passages
Page 86 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 89 - 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 102 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Page 89 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Page 96 - O'er the deadly space between: "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back;— Their shots along the deep slowly boom:— Then ceased— and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Page 99 - 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...
Page 75 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Page 81 - From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north ? Lo ! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed, for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie that beacons the darkness of heaven.
Page 115 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
Page 88 - 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 tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...