Gertrude of Wyoming: A Pennsylvanian Tale. And Other PoemsT. Bensley, pub., 1809 - Počet stran: 134 |
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Strana 55
... despair , ' And age hath bow'd me , and the tortʼring foe , Bring me my boy -- and he will his deliverer know ! ' - XIII . It was not long , with eyes and heart of flame , Ere Henry to his lov'd Oneyda flew : • Bless thee , my guide ...
... despair , ' And age hath bow'd me , and the tortʼring foe , Bring me my boy -- and he will his deliverer know ! ' - XIII . It was not long , with eyes and heart of flame , Ere Henry to his lov'd Oneyda flew : • Bless thee , my guide ...
Strana 60
... despair . She faints , she falters not , -th ' heroic fair , - As he the sword and plume in haste array'd . One short embrace - he clasp'd his dearest care— But hark ! what nearer war - drum shakes the glade ? Joy , joy ! Columbia's ...
... despair . She faints , she falters not , -th ' heroic fair , - As he the sword and plume in haste array'd . One short embrace - he clasp'd his dearest care— But hark ! what nearer war - drum shakes the glade ? Joy , joy ! Columbia's ...
Strana 68
... despair , He heard some friendly words ; -but knew not what they were . XXXIII . For now , to mourn their judge and child , arrives A faithful band . With solemn rites between , ' Twas sung , how they were lovely in their lives , And in ...
... despair , He heard some friendly words ; -but knew not what they were . XXXIII . For now , to mourn their judge and child , arrives A faithful band . With solemn rites between , ' Twas sung , how they were lovely in their lives , And in ...
Strana 73
... despair ! ' ΧΧΧΙΧ . 6 ‹ But hark , the trump ! —tomorrow thou · In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears ; • Amidst the clouds that round us roll , He bids my soul or ...
... despair ! ' ΧΧΧΙΧ . 6 ‹ But hark , the trump ! —tomorrow thou · In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears ; • Amidst the clouds that round us roll , He bids my soul or ...
Strana 118
... despair . 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 ...
... despair . 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 ...
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Strana 133 - 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 gather'd o'er her.
Strana 96 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat ; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed and said, " Logan is the friend of the white men.
Strana 118 - 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. 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.
Strana 119 - 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. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Strana 111 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Strana 117 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead' rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Strana 132 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Strana 95 - ... attack from the whites. Cresap and his party concealed themselves on the bank of the river, and the moment the canoe reached the shore, singled out their objects, and at one fire, killed every person in it. This happened to be the family of Logan, who had long been distinguished as a friend of the whites.
Strana 127 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Strana 91 - That in ancient times a herd of these tremendous animals came to the Big-bone licks, and began an universal destruction of the bear, deer, elks, buffaloes, and other animals which had been created for the use of the Indians ; that the Great Man above, looking down and seeing this, was so enraged that...