 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.  Annual Register - Strana 574upravili: - 1803Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Thomas Campbell - 1803 - 162 str.
...o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshall'd my clan: • . • • i 1 Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one!...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - 892 str.
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False wizard, avnont ! I have marihallM my clan :' Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...of their blood and their breath, And like reapers de*cerfd to (he harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his... | |
 | 1803 - 892 str.
...False wizard, avaunt.! I haw- rnarihall'd my cfan r Their swords are a thousand, their bosom's arc one ! They are true to the last of their, blood and...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. . , Then welcome, he Cumberland's, steed to the shock ! , Le t h'hh dash his proud foam like a wave... | |
 | 1803 - 866 str.
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEt. False wizard, avaunfc! I have marshall'd my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are lore to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to I he harvest of death.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1809 - 148 str.
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False wizard, avail nt! I have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death: Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave in the rock!... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 str.
...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...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. 10 11 Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 266 str.
...And 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...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1814 - 274 str.
...Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : , Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! i They are true to the last of their blood and their...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ' Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | 1849 - 802 str.
...their principles when perishing from their effects : — " Thev are-true to the last of their hlood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." But this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures they themselves have introduced,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 str.
...wild mother scream' o'er her famishing brood\ Lochiel. False' Wizard, avail itiM I have marshalled my clan' : Their swords' are a thousand', their bosoms' are one' ! They are true' tothelast of their blood and their breath', And like reapers' descend to the harvest of death'. Then... | |
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