Gertrude of Wyoming: A Pennsylvanian Tale. And Other PoemsT. Bensley, pub., 1809 - Počet stran: 134 |
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... knew the widow our deliv'ring hand ; 6 Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away ; • Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray.- XIX . 6 Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls · Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamite ...
... knew the widow our deliv'ring hand ; 6 Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away ; • Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray.- XIX . 6 Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls · Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamite ...
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... knew not why A strange and troubling wonder stopt her short . 6 " • In England thou hast been , —and , by report , An orphan's name ( quoth Albert ) may'st have known : Sad tale ! -when latest fell our frontier fort , - • One innocent ...
... knew not why A strange and troubling wonder stopt her short . 6 " • In England thou hast been , —and , by report , An orphan's name ( quoth Albert ) may'st have known : Sad tale ! -when latest fell our frontier fort , - • One innocent ...
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... knew - I knew him well ! ' Tis Waldegrave's self , of Waldegrave come to tell ! ' A burst of joy the father's lips declare ; But . Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell : At once his open arms embrac'd the pair , Was never group more ...
... knew - I knew him well ! ' Tis Waldegrave's self , of Waldegrave come to tell ! ' A burst of joy the father's lips declare ; But . Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell : At once his open arms embrac'd the pair , Was never group more ...
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... knew me might some tidings dire Impart , and I my weakness all betray , For had I lost my Gertrude , and my sire , I meant but o'er your tombs to weep a day ; · Unknown I meant to weep , unknown to pass away . XXI . 6 But here ye live ...
... knew me might some tidings dire Impart , and I my weakness all betray , For had I lost my Gertrude , and my sire , I meant but o'er your tombs to weep a day ; · Unknown I meant to weep , unknown to pass away . XXI . 6 But here ye live ...
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... knew not him— XII . ( And hast thou then forgot , ' ( he cried forlorn , And ey'd the group with half indignant air ) , Oh ! hast thou , Christian chief , forgot the morn When I with thee the cup of peace did share ? 6 Then stately was ...
... knew not him— XII . ( And hast thou then forgot , ' ( he cried forlorn , And ey'd the group with half indignant air ) , Oh ! hast thou , Christian chief , forgot the morn When I with thee the cup of peace did share ? 6 Then stately was ...
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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...