 | Andrew Comstock - Elocution - 1841 - 410 pages
...mother, scream o'er Aer famishing brood^' | LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt'/ | I have marshall'd my clan' : | Their swords are a thou'sand; | their bosoms...breath', ] And like reap'ers, descend to the harvest of deaths | Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock" ! \ Let Aim dash Ais proud foam like a wave... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 332 pages
...False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are onel They are true to the last of their blood and their...of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the •bock) Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock! But woe tn his kindred, and woe to his... | |
 | Eliza Robbins - American poetry - 1842 - 352 pages
...a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Lochiel. False Wizard avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are...reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome is Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! But wo to... | |
 | John Elliot Bingham - 1842 - 452 pages
...will be equal to the slaughter of your liated species. We are true to the last of our blood and our breath. And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome But woe to your kindred, and woe to your cause, When China her weapon indignantly draws. At this moment... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 pages
...wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshalled my elan: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one...wave on the rock! But woe to his kindred, and woe to ills cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonnetted chieftains to victory crowd,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - English poetry - 1843 - 516 pages
...a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! 1 have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the lastof their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome... | |
 | John Elliot Bingham - China - 1843 - 910 pages
...will be equal to the slaughter of your hated species. We are true to the last of our blood and our breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome But woe to your kindred, and woe to your cause, When China her weapon indignantly draws. At this moment... | |
 | John Elliot Bingham - China - 1843 - 470 pages
...will be equal to the slaughter of your hated species. "We are true to the kst of our blood and our breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome But woe to your kindred, and woe to your cause, "When China her weapon indignantly draws. At this moment... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - Elocution - 1844 - 318 pages
...stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshalled my clan: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are...Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock! Hut woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonnetlcd... | |
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I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. 
