Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; and J. Murray., 1810 - 252 psl. |
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... bracelets bound the arm that help'd to light A boy , who seem'd , as he beside him went , Of Christian vesture , and complexion bright , Led by his dusky guide , like morning brought by night . XIV . Yet pensive seem'd the boy for one so ...
... bracelets bound the arm that help'd to light A boy , who seem'd , as he beside him went , Of Christian vesture , and complexion bright , Led by his dusky guide , like morning brought by night . XIV . Yet pensive seem'd the boy for one so ...
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... Christian ! I am the foeman of thy foe ; ' Our wampum league thy brethren did embrace : Upon the Michagan , three moons ago , We launch'd our quivers for the bison chace , And with the Hurons planted for a space , 16.
... Christian ! I am the foeman of thy foe ; ' Our wampum league thy brethren did embrace : Upon the Michagan , three moons ago , We launch'd our quivers for the bison chace , And with the Hurons planted for a space , 16.
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... nobler hound , ' So died their warriors by our battle - brand ; ' And from the tree we with her child unbound ' A lonely mother of the Christian land 5 Manitou , Spirit or Deity . ་ ' Her lord the captain of the British 18.
... nobler hound , ' So died their warriors by our battle - brand ; ' And from the tree we with her child unbound ' A lonely mother of the Christian land 5 Manitou , Spirit or Deity . ་ ' Her lord the captain of the British 18.
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... Christians pray . XIX . Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamité ; ' But she was journeying to the land of souls , And lifted up her dying head to pray ' That we should bid an ancient friend ...
... Christians pray . XIX . Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamité ; ' But she was journeying to the land of souls , And lifted up her dying head to pray ' That we should bid an ancient friend ...
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... 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 ? " Then stately was this head , and dark this 56.
... 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 ? " Then stately was this head , and dark this 56.
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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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140 psl. - ... 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.