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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... dead they deem him first : To speak he tries ; but quivering , pale , and parch'd , From lips , as by some pow'rless dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer ...
... dead they deem him first : To speak he tries ; but quivering , pale , and parch'd , From lips , as by some pow'rless dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer ...
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... dead ! XXXVIII . ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue , Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side , in battle true , ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold , ' The desert serpent dwells ...
... dead ! XXXVIII . ' Or shall we cross yon mountains blue , Whose streams my kindred nation quaff'd ; And by my side , in battle true , ' A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold , ' The desert serpent dwells ...
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... dead people , when the sight gave them a greater shock than they had ever known before . In their chilled war council they concluded , that as he had done such surprising things in his defence before he was captivated , and since that ...
... dead people , when the sight gave them a greater shock than they had ever known before . In their chilled war council they concluded , that as he had done such surprising things in his defence before he was captivated , and since that ...
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... , beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight , And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight : They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and.
... , beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight , And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight : They rally , they bleed , for their kingdom and.
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... . Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou ...
... . Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou ...
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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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