Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; and J. Murray., 1810 - 252 pages |
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... Dream .. The Turkish Lady 143 147 • 151 155 161 167 169 175 178 Exile of 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 ...
... Dream .. The Turkish Lady 143 147 • 151 155 161 167 169 175 178 Exile of 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 ...
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... or is it but a dream ? ' And wilt thou , Waldegrave , wilt thou leave us more ? ' No , never ! thou that yet dost lovelier seem • Than aught on earth - than ev'n thyself of yore- ' I will not part thee from thy father's shore 43.
... or is it but a dream ? ' And wilt thou , Waldegrave , wilt thou leave us more ? ' No , never ! thou that yet dost lovelier seem • Than aught on earth - than ev'n thyself of yore- ' I will not part thee from thy father's shore 43.
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... dreams ? Dismal to her the forge of battle gleams Portentous light ! and music's voice is dumb ; Save where the fife its shrill reveillè screams , Or midnight streets re - echo to the drum , That speaks of mad'ning strife , and ...
... dreams ? Dismal to her the forge of battle gleams Portentous light ! and music's voice is dumb ; Save where the fife its shrill reveillè screams , Or midnight streets re - echo to the drum , That speaks of mad'ning strife , and ...
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... dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer'd cup his thirst Had half assuag'd , and nerv'd his shuddering limb , When Albert's hand he grasp'd ; —but Albert ...
... dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer'd cup his thirst Had half assuag'd , and nerv'd his shuddering limb , When Albert's hand he grasp'd ; —but Albert ...
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... ! in the dreaming land Shouldst thou the spirit of thy mother greet . There is nothing ( says Charlevoix ) in which these barbarians carry their superstitions farther , than in what regards dreams , but they vary greatly in their. F 5 105.
... ! in the dreaming land Shouldst thou the spirit of thy mother greet . There is nothing ( says Charlevoix ) in which these barbarians carry their superstitions farther , than in what regards dreams , but they vary greatly in their. F 5 105.
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 157 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Page 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 steps discover...
Page 149 - 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. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return.
Page 137 - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer ! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. WIZARD. Ha ! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth From his home in the dark-rolling clouds of the north...
Page 147 - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Page 175 - By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw. And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array...
Page 177 - ... bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...
Page 140 - ... 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.