Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, ...; and J. Murray, ., 1819 - 160 էջ |
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... weep a day , < Unknown I meant to weep , unknown to pass away . XXI . < " 6 But here ye live , -ye bloom , -in each dear face The changing hand of time I may not blame ; For there , it hath but shed more reverend grace , And here , of ...
... weep a day , < Unknown I meant to weep , unknown to pass away . XXI . < " 6 But here ye live , -ye bloom , -in each dear face The changing hand of time I may not blame ; For there , it hath but shed more reverend grace , And here , of ...
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... Weep not , O Love ! ' — she cries , ' to see me bleed " Thee , Gertrude's sad survivor , thee alone ' Heaven's peace commiserate ; for scarce I heed • These wounds ; —yet thee to leave is death , is death indeed , XXIX . 6 Clasp me a ...
... Weep not , O Love ! ' — she cries , ' to see me bleed " Thee , Gertrude's sad survivor , thee alone ' Heaven's peace commiserate ; for scarce I heed • These wounds ; —yet thee to leave is death , is death indeed , XXIX . 6 Clasp me a ...
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... weep ; ' - th ' Oneyda chief His descant wildly thus begun ; ' But that I may not stain with grief ' The death - song of my father's son ! • Or bow this head in woe ; For by my wrongs , and by my wrath ! ' To - morrow Areouski's breath ...
... weep ; ' - th ' Oneyda chief His descant wildly thus begun ; ' But that I may not stain with grief ' The death - song of my father's son ! • Or bow this head in woe ; For by my wrongs , and by my wrath ! ' To - morrow Areouski's breath ...
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... weep : : - • Nor will the Christian host , 6 6 Nor will thy father's spirit grieve , To see thee , on the battle's eve , Lamenting , take a mournful leave Of her who lov'd thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight ! Thy sun - thy ...
... weep : : - • Nor will the Christian host , 6 6 Nor will thy father's spirit grieve , To see thee , on the battle's eve , Lamenting , take a mournful leave Of her who lov'd thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight ! Thy sun - thy ...
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... Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death ...
... Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death ...
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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
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 102 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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?
Էջ 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...