Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, ...; and J. Murray, ., 1819 - Wyoming Valley (Pa.) - 160 pages |
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... round his garden play ; To time when as the rip'ning years went by , Her lovely mind could culture well repay , And more engaging grew , from pleasing day to day . .XII . I may not paint those thousand infant charms 6.
... round his garden play ; To time when as the rip'ning years went by , Her lovely mind could culture well repay , And more engaging grew , from pleasing day to day . .XII . I may not paint those thousand infant charms 6.
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... round ; When lo ! there enter'd to its inmost ground A youth , the stranger of a distant land ; He was , to weet , for eastern mountains bound ; But late th ' equator suns his cheek had tann'd , And California's gales his roving bosom ...
... round ; When lo ! there enter'd to its inmost ground A youth , the stranger of a distant land ; He was , to weet , for eastern mountains bound ; But late th ' equator suns his cheek had tann'd , And California's gales his roving bosom ...
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... round them note , Or fawn , or wild bird bursting on the wing ; Yet who , in love's own presence , would devote To death those gentle throats that wake the spring , Or writhing from the brook its victim bring ? No ! -nor let fear one ...
... round them note , Or fawn , or wild bird bursting on the wing ; Yet who , in love's own presence , would devote To death those gentle throats that wake the spring , Or writhing from the brook its victim bring ? No ! -nor let fear one ...
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... round ; There , if a pause delicious converse found , ' Twas but when o'er each heart th ' idea stole , ( Perchance awhile in joy's oblivion drown'd ) That come what may , while life's glad pulses roll , Indissolubly thus should soul be ...
... round ; There , if a pause delicious converse found , ' Twas but when o'er each heart th ' idea stole , ( Perchance awhile in joy's oblivion drown'd ) That come what may , while life's glad pulses roll , Indissolubly thus should soul be ...
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... round and round their willing ranks they drew , From beauty's sight to shield the hostile van . Grateful , on them a placid look she threw , Nor wept , but as she bade her mother's grave adieu ! XXV . Past was the flight , and welcome ...
... round and round their willing ranks they drew , From beauty's sight to shield the hostile van . Grateful , on them a placid look she threw , Nor wept , but as she bade her mother's grave adieu ! XXV . Past was the flight , and welcome ...
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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 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...