Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; and J. Murray., 1810 - Всего страниц: 252 |
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... its symphony begin . 10 It is a custom of the Indian tribes to visit the tombs of their ancestors in the cultivated parts of America , who have been buried for upwards of a century . XI . It was in this lone valley she would 35.
... its symphony begin . 10 It is a custom of the Indian tribes to visit the tombs of their ancestors in the cultivated parts of America , who have been buried for upwards of a century . XI . It was in this lone valley she would 35.
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... fluctuates when thestorms of El Dorado sound.— 11 The bridges over narrow streams in many parts of Spanish America are said to be built of cane , which , however strong to XVII . Pleas'd with his guest , the good man 39.
... fluctuates when thestorms of El Dorado sound.— 11 The bridges over narrow streams in many parts of Spanish America are said to be built of cane , which , however strong to XVII . Pleas'd with his guest , the good man 39.
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... ( America ) I have frequently known the mocking birds so engaged in this mimicry , that it was with much difficulty I could ever obtain an op- portunity of hearing their own natural note . Some go so far as to say , that they have neither ...
... ( America ) I have frequently known the mocking birds so engaged in this mimicry , that it was with much difficulty I could ever obtain an op- portunity of hearing their own natural note . Some go so far as to say , that they have neither ...
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... America , Vol . II . p . 73 . Stanza 5. 1. 9 . Or distant isles that hear the loud Corbrechtan roar . The Cory brechtan , or Corbrechtan , is a whirlpool on the western coast of Scotland , near the island of Jura , which is heard at a ...
... America , Vol . II . p . 73 . Stanza 5. 1. 9 . Or distant isles that hear the loud Corbrechtan roar . The Cory brechtan , or Corbrechtan , is a whirlpool on the western coast of Scotland , near the island of Jura , which is heard at a ...
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... America by Capts . LEWIS and CLARKE , in 1804-5-6 . Stanza 14. 1. 6 . Peace be to thee - my words this belt approve . The Indians of North America accompany every formal address to strangers , with whom they form or recognize a treaty ...
... America by Capts . LEWIS and CLARKE , in 1804-5-6 . Stanza 14. 1. 6 . Peace be to thee - my words this belt approve . The Indians of North America accompany every formal address to strangers , with whom they form or recognize a treaty ...
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Albert's amidst ARGYLESHIRE arms Athunree bark battle behold beneath bird blood bosom Bourgo bow'r Brandt breath brothers burst calumet chief chieftain Christian Connocht Moran's cried Culloden Curiatii dark dead dear death deer desolate dream eagle enemies England Erin Erin go bragh Erin's 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 Manitou morn mountain never night O'Connor's child o'er Oneyda pale peace plume pow'r Prince Psalter roar rock round rush'd savannas Scotland second sight seem'd seers shore Sir John Johnson sire song soul spirit Stanza 23 star storm stormy tempests blow stranger sweet sword tears thee thou Travels tree tribe Twas Verse vision Waldegrave's wampum warrior ween weep wild woods wrath
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Стр. 164 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
Стр. 155 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Стр. 157 - 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 shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Стр. 161 - 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 they our steps discover...
Стр. 149 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return.
Стр. 137 - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer ! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. WIZARD. Ha ! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth From his home in the dark-rolling clouds of the north...
Стр. 147 - 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...
Стр. 175 - By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw. And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array...
Стр. 177 - ... bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...
Стр. 140 - ... for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold, where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight : Rise, rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight ! 'Tis finished.