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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... VI . The sunrise drew her thoughts to Europe forth , That thus apostrophiz'd its viewless scene : ' Land of my father's love , my mother's birth ! ' The home of kindred I have never seen ! " We know not other - oceans are between : 32.
... VI . The sunrise drew her thoughts to Europe forth , That thus apostrophiz'd its viewless scene : ' Land of my father's love , my mother's birth ! ' The home of kindred I have never seen ! " We know not other - oceans are between : 32.
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... kindred he was sent for o'er the sea , ' They tore him from us when but twelve years old , And scarcely for his loss have I been yet consol'd .'- XIX . His face the wand'rer hid , but could not hide A tear , a smile , upon his cheek ...
... kindred he was sent for o'er the sea , ' They tore him from us when but twelve years old , And scarcely for his loss have I been yet consol'd .'- XIX . His face the wand'rer hid , but could not hide A tear , a smile , upon his cheek ...
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... kindred hearts - the blood of British veins And famine tracks her steps , and pestilential pains . VII . Yet , ere the storm of death had rag'd remote , Or siege unseen in heav'n reflects its beams , Who now each dreadful circumstance ...
... kindred hearts - the blood of British veins And famine tracks her steps , and pestilential pains . VII . Yet , ere the storm of death had rag'd remote , Or siege unseen in heav'n reflects its beams , Who now each dreadful circumstance ...
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... kindred foe ! ' But peaceful let us seek fair England's strand ! ' Ah , Gertrude ! thy beloved heart , I know Would feel like mine , the stigmatizing brand , ' Could I forsake the cause of freedom's holy band ! IX . 6 " But shame ...
... kindred foe ! ' But peaceful let us seek fair England's strand ! ' Ah , Gertrude ! thy beloved heart , I know Would feel like mine , the stigmatizing brand , ' Could I forsake the cause of freedom's holy band ! IX . 6 " But shame ...
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... kindred drop that runs in human veins ! XVIII . But go ! -and rouse your warriors ; -for , if right These old bewilder'd eyes could guess , by signs Of strip'd and starred banners , on yon height ' Of eastern cedars , o'er the creek ...
... kindred drop that runs in human veins ! XVIII . But go ! -and rouse your warriors ; -for , if right These old bewilder'd eyes could guess , by signs Of strip'd and starred banners , on yon height ' Of eastern cedars , o'er the creek ...
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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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