Gertrude of Wyoming: And Other Poems, Svazek 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1814 - Počet stran: 250 |
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... weep a day , ' Unknown I meant to weep , unknown to pass away . XXI . ' But here ye live , -ye bloom 42.
... weep a day , ' Unknown I meant to weep , unknown to pass away . XXI . ' But here ye live , -ye bloom 42.
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... weep we , friends , on such a joyous day ? ' XXII . 6 And art thou here ? or is it but a dream ? ' And wilt thou , Waldegrave , wilt thou leave us more ? ' No , never ! thou that yet dost lovelier seem " Than aught on earth - than ev'n ...
... weep we , friends , on such a joyous day ? ' XXII . 6 And art thou here ? or is it but a dream ? ' And wilt thou , Waldegrave , wilt thou leave us more ? ' No , never ! thou that yet dost lovelier seem " Than aught on earth - than ev'n ...
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... Weep not , O Love ! ' - she cries , ' to see me bleed— 6 Thee , Gertrude's sad survivor , thee alone S Heaven's peace commiserate ; for scarce I heed ' These wounds ; -yet thee to leave is death , is death indeed , XXIX . ⚫ Clasp me a ...
... Weep not , O Love ! ' - she cries , ' to see me bleed— 6 Thee , Gertrude's sad survivor , thee alone S Heaven's peace commiserate ; for scarce I heed ' These wounds ; -yet thee to leave is death , is death indeed , XXIX . ⚫ Clasp me a ...
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... sooth The grief that knew not consolation's name : Casting his Indian mantle o'er the youth , He watch'd , beneath its folds , each burst that came Convulsive , ague - like across his shuddering frame ! XXXV . C • And I could weep ; ' 71.
... sooth The grief that knew not consolation's name : Casting his Indian mantle o'er the youth , He watch'd , beneath its folds , each burst that came Convulsive , ague - like across his shuddering frame ! XXXV . C • And I could weep ; ' 71.
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And Other Poems Thomas Campbell. XXXV . C • And I could 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 ...
And Other Poems Thomas Campbell. XXXV . C • And I could 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 ...
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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 brothers burst calumet chief 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 Irish isles kindred knew lady land light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd LOVE LIES BLEEDING morn mountain never night O'CONNOR'S CHILD o'er Oneyda pale peace Pennsylvanian pirogue plume pow'r Prince psaltery roar rock round rush'd savannas second sight seem'd seers shore Sir John Johnson sire song soul spirit star storm stormy tempests blow stranger sweet sword tears thee thou Travels tree tribe Twas Verse vision Waldegrave's wampum warrior weep wild woods wrath YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Strana 148 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Strana 165 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Strana 176 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 136 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning : no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair.
Strana 148 - 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.
Strana 156 - British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between.
Strana 159 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.