Gertrude of Wyoming: A Pennsylvanian Tale. And Other PoemsT. Bensley, pub., 1809 - Počet stran: 134 |
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... boast no song in magic wonders rife , But yet familiar , is there nought to prize , Oh Nature ! in thy bosom - scenes of life ? And dwells in daylight truth's salubrious skies No form with which the soul may sympathise ? Young 10.
... boast no song in magic wonders rife , But yet familiar , is there nought to prize , Oh Nature ! in thy bosom - scenes of life ? And dwells in daylight truth's salubrious skies No form with which the soul may sympathise ? Young 10.
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... scenes appear , As in the noon and sunshine of my prime ! ‹ How gone like yesterday these thrice ten years of time ! XXII . · And , Julia ! when thou wert like Gertrude now , Can I forget thee , fav'rite child of yore ? Or thought I ...
... scenes appear , As in the noon and sunshine of my prime ! ‹ How gone like yesterday these thrice ten years of time ! XXII . · And , Julia ! when thou wert like Gertrude now , Can I forget thee , fav'rite child of yore ? Or thought I ...
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... scene : ( A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ; ) So sweet a spot of earth , you might , ( I ween ) Have guess'd some congregation of the elves To sport by summer moons , had shaped it for themselves . II . Yet wanted not the eye ...
... scene : ( A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ; ) So sweet a spot of earth , you might , ( I ween ) Have guess'd some congregation of the elves To sport by summer moons , had shaped it for themselves . II . Yet wanted not the eye ...
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... scenes sweet influence had On Gertrude's soul , and kindness like their own Inspir'd those eyes affectionate and glad , That seem'd to love whate'er they look'd upon ; Whether with Hebe's mirth her features shone , Or if a shade more ...
... scenes sweet influence had On Gertrude's soul , and kindness like their own Inspir'd those eyes affectionate and glad , That seem'd to love whate'er they look'd upon ; Whether with Hebe's mirth her features shone , Or if a shade more ...
Strana 30
... . The sunrise drew her thoughts to Europe forth , That thus apostrophized its viewless scene : 6 6 Land of my father's love , my mother's birth ! The home of kindred I have never seen ! • We know not other - oceans are between ; 30.
... . The sunrise drew her thoughts to Europe forth , That thus apostrophized its viewless scene : 6 6 Land of my father's love , my mother's birth ! The home of kindred I have never seen ! • We know not other - oceans are between ; 30.
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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...