Gertrude of Wyoming: And Other Poems, Volumen 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1814 - 250 páginas |
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... hand upon the stripling's head , Peace be to thee ! my words this belt approve ; 6 The paths of peace my steps have hither led : This little nursling , take him to thy love , And shield the bird unfledg'd , since gone the pa- rent dove ...
... hand upon the stripling's head , Peace be to thee ! my words this belt approve ; 6 The paths of peace my steps have hither led : This little nursling , take him to thy love , And shield the bird unfledg'd , since gone the pa- rent dove ...
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... hands , the olive - stalk ; ' But snakes are in the bosoms of their race , 6 6 And though they held with us a friendly talk , The hollow peace - tree fell beneath their tomohawk ! XVI . " ' It was encamping on the lake's far port , ' A ...
... hands , the olive - stalk ; ' But snakes are in the bosoms of their race , 6 6 And though they held with us a friendly talk , The hollow peace - tree fell beneath their tomohawk ! XVI . " ' It was encamping on the lake's far port , ' A ...
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... hand ; Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away , ' Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray . XIX . ' Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls " Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamité ; " ' But she was journeying to ...
... hand ; Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away , ' Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray . XIX . ' Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls " Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamité ; " ' But she was journeying to ...
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... hand- That shower'd upon the stranger of the land No common boon , in grief but ill beguil❜d A soul that was not wont to be unmann'd ; ' And stay , ' he cried , dear pilgrim of the wild ! ' Preserver of my old , my boon companion's ...
... hand- That shower'd upon the stranger of the land No common boon , in grief but ill beguil❜d A soul that was not wont to be unmann'd ; ' And stay , ' he cried , dear pilgrim of the wild ! ' Preserver of my old , my boon companion's ...
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... in the dreaming land Shouldst thou to - morrow with thy mother meet , ' Oh ! tell her spirit , that the white man's hand ' Hath pluck'd the thorns of sorrow from thy feet ; . ' While I in lonely wilderness shall greet ‹ 23.
... in the dreaming land Shouldst thou to - morrow with thy mother meet , ' Oh ! tell her spirit , that the white man's hand ' Hath pluck'd the thorns of sorrow from thy feet ; . ' While I in lonely wilderness shall greet ‹ 23.
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Albert's amidst ARGYLESHIRE arms Athunree bark battle bawn behold beneath bird bleeding blood bosom Bourgo's bow'r Brandt breath brothers burst calumet chief Christian Connocht Moran's cried Culloden dark dead dear death deer desolate dream eagle enemies England Erin Erin go bragh ev'n eyes father's fire flow'r GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's Glenara grief hand heard heart heav'n Highland hills Indian Innisfail Irish isles kindred knew lady land light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd LOVE LIES BLEEDING morn mountain never night O'CONNOR'S CHILD o'er Oneyda pale peace Pennsylvanian pirogue plume pow'r Prince psaltery roar rock round rush'd savannas second sight seem'd seers shore Sir John Johnson sire song soul spirit star storm stormy tempests blow stranger sweet sword tears thee thou Travels tree tribe Twas Verse vision Waldegrave's wampum warrior weep wild woods wrath YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 148 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Página 165 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Página 176 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
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 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...
Página 136 - 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.
Página 148 - 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.
Página 156 - British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between.
Página 159 - By the festal cities blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.