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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... Erin ... 182 186 Song Lines written at the request of the Highland Society in Lon- don , when met to commemorate the 21st of March , the day of victory in Egypt ....... Lines written on visiting a Scene in Argyleshire 188 192 ........ O ...
... Erin ... 182 186 Song Lines written at the request of the Highland Society in Lon- don , when met to commemorate the 21st of March , the day of victory in Egypt ....... Lines written on visiting a Scene in Argyleshire 188 192 ........ O ...
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... mansion , Thrice she wept , and bade adieu ! " Fly we then , while none discover ! Tyrant barks , in vain ye ride ! ' Soon at Rhodes the British lover Clasp'd his blooming Eastern bride . EXILE OF ERIN . THERE came to the beach a 181.
... mansion , Thrice she wept , and bade adieu ! " Fly we then , while none discover ! Tyrant barks , in vain ye ride ! ' Soon at Rhodes the British lover Clasp'd his blooming Eastern bride . EXILE OF ERIN . THERE came to the beach a 181.
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... Erin , The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : For his country he sigh'd , when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind - beaten hill . But the day - star attracted his eye's sad devotion Exile of Erin.
... Erin , The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill : For his country he sigh'd , when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind - beaten hill . But the day - star attracted his eye's sad devotion Exile of Erin.
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... Erin go bragh . Sad is my fate ! said the heart - broken stranger , The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee ... Erin go bragh ! Erin my country ! though sad and forsaken , In dreams I revisit thy sea - beaten shore ; But alas ...
... Erin go bragh . Sad is my fate ! said the heart - broken stranger , The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee ... Erin go bragh ! Erin my country ! though sad and forsaken , In dreams I revisit thy sea - beaten shore ; But alas ...
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... Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing ! Land of my forefathers ! Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields - sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud ...
... Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing ! Land of my forefathers ! Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields - sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud ...
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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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