| 1783 - Страниц: 366
...which we bore from your nation away, Kow the flame rifea fall,— you exult in my pain; But the fon of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father it gone ; His ghoft fhall rejoice in the fame of his fon. Death comes like a friend, be relieves me... | |
| Alexander Dalrymple - 1796 - Страниц: 240
...from his Bow, Remember your Chiefs by his Hatchet laid low; Why fo flow? do You wait 'till I flmnkfrom th' pain No — the Son of Alknomook will never complain....Father is gone : How He will rejoice in the fame of his S6ri I Death comes, like a Friend, to relieve me from pain But thy Son, O Alknomook ! fcorns to complain.... | |
| 1799 - Страниц: 264
...your nation away : When the flame rifes faft ! you'll exult in my pain ; But the fon of almonoak fhall never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghoft fliall rejoice in the fame of his fon: Death comes like a friend — he relieves n»e from... | |
| Anne Home Hunter - 1802 - Страниц: 146
...shrink from the pain? No; the son of Alknomook shall never complain. THE Now the flame rises fast; you exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son : Death comes like a friend to relieve me from pain;... | |
| Scottish songs - 1816 - Страниц: 320
...in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away: Now the flame rises fast; ye exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can never...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone: His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes as a friend, to relieve me from pain; And... | |
| 1819 - Страниц: 792
...from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ! you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alnomoc shall never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son : Ui-nth eûmes like« friend; he relieve« me from... | |
| Maria Edgeworth - 1821 - Страниц: 554
...hatchet laid low. Why so slow ? Do you wait till I shrink from the pain? The son of Alknomook will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain;... | |
| Maria Edgeworth - 1821 - Страниц: 230
...his hatchet laid low. Why so slow? Do you wait till I shrink from the pain: The son of Alknemouk will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his SOD. Death comes, like a friend to relieve me from pain;... | |
| New elegant extracts - 1823 - Страниц: 402
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away — Now the fire rises fast, you exult in my pain, But the son of Alknomook can...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son ; Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain,... | |
| Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - Страниц: 470
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away — Now the fire rises fast, you exult in my pain, But the son of Alknomook can...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son ; Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain,... | |
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