 I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, — their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.  Annual Register - Стр. 574редактор(ы): - 1803Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Thomas Campbell - 1803 - Страниц: 162
...o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshall'd my clan: • . • • i 1 Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one!...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - Страниц: 892
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False wizard, avnont ! I have marihallM my clan :' Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...of their blood and their breath, And like reapers de*cerfd to (he harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his... | |
 | 1803 - Страниц: 892
...False wizard, avaunt.! I haw- rnarihall'd my cfan r Their swords are a thousand, their bosom's arc one ! They are true to the last of their, blood and...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. . , Then welcome, he Cumberland's, steed to the shock ! , Le t h'hh dash his proud foam like a wave... | |
 | 1803 - Страниц: 866
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEt. False wizard, avaunfc! I have marshall'd my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are lore to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to I he harvest of death.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1809 - Страниц: 148
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False wizard, avail nt! I have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death: Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave in the rock!... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - Страниц: 272
...a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. * False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. 10 11 Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - Страниц: 266
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshalled my clan: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1814 - Страниц: 274
...Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : , Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! i They are true to the last of their blood and their...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ' Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | 1849 - Страниц: 802
...their principles when perishing from their effects : — " Thev are-true to the last of their hlood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." But this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures they themselves have introduced,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - Страниц: 448
...wild mother scream' o'er her famishing brood\ Lochiel. False' Wizard, avail itiM I have marshalled my clan' : Their swords' are a thousand', their bosoms' are one' ! They are true' tothelast of their blood and their breath', And like reapers' descend to the harvest of death'. Then... | |
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