Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, ...; and J. Murray, ., 1819 - Wyoming Valley (Pa.) - 160 pages |
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... rock'd cradle to his bier , The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive - fearing but the shame of fear- A stoic of the woods- 3 - a man without a tear . 7 Calumet of peace . - The calumet is the Indian name for the or ...
... rock'd cradle to his bier , The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive - fearing but the shame of fear- A stoic of the woods- 3 - a man without a tear . 7 Calumet of peace . - The calumet is the Indian name for the or ...
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... rock By storms above , and barrenness below : He scorn'd his own , who felt another's woe : And ere the wolf - skin on his back he flung , Or lac'd his mocasins , in act to go , A song of parting to the boy he sung , Who slept on ...
... rock By storms above , and barrenness below : He scorn'd his own , who felt another's woe : And ere the wolf - skin on his back he flung , Or lac'd his mocasins , in act to go , A song of parting to the boy he sung , Who slept on ...
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... rock , • Shall be the pastime of thy sylvan wars ; ' And I will teach thee , in the battle's shock , To pay with Huron blood thy father's scars , And gratulate his soul rejoicing in the stars ! ' XXVII . So finish'd he the rhyme ( howe ...
... rock , • Shall be the pastime of thy sylvan wars ; ' And I will teach thee , in the battle's shock , To pay with Huron blood thy father's scars , And gratulate his soul rejoicing in the stars ! ' XXVII . So finish'd he the rhyme ( howe ...
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... rocks the beaver built his dome , Or buffalo remote low'd far from human home . III . But silent not that adverse eastern path , Which saw Aurora's hills th ' horizon crown ; There was the river heard , in bed of wrath , ( A precipice ...
... rocks the beaver built his dome , Or buffalo remote low'd far from human home . III . But silent not that adverse eastern path , Which saw Aurora's hills th ' horizon crown ; There was the river heard , in bed of wrath , ( A precipice ...
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... rocks sublime To human art a sportive semblance bore , And yellow lichens colour'd all the clime , Like moonlight battlements , and towers decay'd by [ time . 10 It is a custom of the Indian tribes to visit the tombs of their ancestors ...
... rocks sublime To human art a sportive semblance bore , And yellow lichens colour'd all the clime , Like moonlight battlements , and towers decay'd by [ time . 10 It is a custom of the Indian tribes to visit the tombs of their ancestors ...
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...