Gertrude of Wyoming: And Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1810 - 252 páginas |
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... d him from a home he lov'd so dear ! Yet found he here a home , and glad relief , 1 Scotland . • The Gaelic appellation for the porpoise . The great whirlpool of the Western Hebrides , And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf , 10.
... d him from a home he lov'd so dear ! Yet found he here a home , and glad relief , 1 Scotland . • The Gaelic appellation for the porpoise . The great whirlpool of the Western Hebrides , And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf , 10.
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... Dear as she was , from cherub infancy , From hours when she would round his garden play ; To time when as the rip'ning years went by , Her lovely mind could culture well repay , And more engaging grew , from pleasing day to day . XII ...
... Dear as she was , from cherub infancy , From hours when she would round his garden play ; To time when as the rip'ning years went by , Her lovely mind could culture well repay , And more engaging grew , from pleasing day to day . XII ...
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... dear pilgrim of the wild ! • Preserver of my old , my boon companion's child ! — XXI . ' Child of a race whose name my bosom warms , ' On earth's remotest bounds how welcome here ! • The Indians are distinguished both personally and by ...
... dear pilgrim of the wild ! • Preserver of my old , my boon companion's child ! — XXI . ' Child of a race whose name my bosom warms , ' On earth's remotest bounds how welcome here ! • The Indians are distinguished both personally and by ...
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... dear , 6 " Whose grandsire was my early life's compeer . Ah happiest home of England's happy clime ! • How beautiful ev'n now thy scenes appear , ' As in the noon and sunshine of my prime ! ' How gone like yesterday these thrice ten ...
... dear , 6 " Whose grandsire was my early life's compeer . Ah happiest home of England's happy clime ! • How beautiful ev'n now thy scenes appear , ' As in the noon and sunshine of my prime ! ' How gone like yesterday these thrice ten ...
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... dear unknown , to whom belong ' My mother's looks , —perhaps her likeness strong ? ' Oh parent ! with what reverential awe , < From features of thine own related throng , ' An image of thy face my soul could draw ! And see thee once ...
... dear unknown , to whom belong ' My mother's looks , —perhaps her likeness strong ? ' Oh parent ! with what reverential awe , < From features of thine own related throng , ' An image of thy face my soul could draw ! And see thee once ...
Términos y frases comunes
Albert's amidst ARGYLESHIRE arms Athunree bark battle behold beneath bird blood bosom Bourgo bow'r Brandt breath brothers burst calumet chief chieftain Christian Connocht Moran's cried Culloden Curiatii dark dead dear death deer desolate dream eagle enemies England Erin Erin go bragh Erin's ev'n eyes father's fire flow'r GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's Glenara grief hand heard heart heav'n Highland hills Indian Innisfail Ireland Irish isles kindred knew lady land light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd LOVE LIES BLEEDING Manitou morn mountain never night O'Connor's child o'er Oneyda pale peace plume pow'r Prince Psalter roar rock round rush'd savannas Scotland second sight seem'd seers shore Sir John Johnson sire song soul spirit Stanza 23 star storm stormy tempests blow stranger sweet sword tears thee thou Travels tree tribe Twas Verse vision Waldegrave's wampum warrior ween weep wild woods wrath
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 157 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Página 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 steps discover...
Página 149 - 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. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return.
Página 137 - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer ! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. WIZARD. Ha ! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth From his home in the dark-rolling clouds of the north...
Página 147 - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Página 175 - By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw. And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array...
Página 177 - ... bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...
Página 140 - ... for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold, where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight : Rise, rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight ! 'Tis finished.