 Tis thine, oh 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.  Annual Register - Strana 529upravili: - 1803Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Thomas Campbell - 1835 - 258 str.
...rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Wo, wo to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their...bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far ? 'Tis thine, oh Glenullin... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 str.
...rally ! they bleed ! for their kingdom and crown Wo, wo to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their...bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark ! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far ? ' Tis thine, O Glenullin... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 str.
...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...bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark ! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far? 'Tis thine, oh Glenullin... | |
 | Gething - 1838 - 426 str.
...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...bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark ! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far ? 'Tis thine, oh Glenullin... | |
 | William Beattie - 1838 - 336 str.
...field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight ; Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain." After the battle of Falkirk, already adverted to, Prince Charles Stuart having failed to take advantage... | |
 | 1839 - 544 str.
...rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Wo, wo, to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their...to the desert flies frantic and far ? 'Tis thine, O Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love lighted watchfire, all night at the gate. A steed... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 str.
...they bleed', for their kingdom and crown^ W6 , wo' . . to the riders that trample them down'! Proud Cumberland prances', insulting the slain', And their...bosoms are trod to the plain'. But hark'! through the fast-flashing lightning of war', What steed to the desert flies frantick and far'? 'Tis thine', oh... | |
 | 1840 - 368 str.
...rally, they bleed for their country and crown ; Wo, wo to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their...bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark ! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far * 'Tis thine, oh Glenullin... | |
 | 1840 - 378 str.
...the slain, And their hoof-beate'n bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark ! through the fast-flashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic and far 1 'Tis thine, oh Glenullin ! -whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watchfire, all night at... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 332 str.
...insulting the slain. And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain. But hark! through the fast-Hashing lightning of war, What steed to the desert flies frantic...and far? "Tis thine, oh Glenullin! whose bride shall a wait. Like a love-lighted watch fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning: no rider is... | |
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