Gertrude of Wyoming: A Pennsylvanian Tale. And Other PoemsT. Bensley, pub., 1809 - Всего страниц: 134 |
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... romantic town . III . Then , where of Indian hills the daylight takes His leave , how might you the flamingo Disporting like a meteor on the lakes- And playful squirrel on his nut - grown tree : And ev'ry sound of life was full of glee , 6.
... romantic town . III . Then , where of Indian hills the daylight takes His leave , how might you the flamingo Disporting like a meteor on the lakes- And playful squirrel on his nut - grown tree : And ev'ry sound of life was full of glee , 6.
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... hills and far away ? Green Albyn ! ' what though he no more survey Thy ships at anchor on the quiet shore , Thy pellochs rolling from the mountain bay ; Thy lone sepulchral cairn upon the moor , And distant isles that hear the loud ...
... hills and far away ? Green Albyn ! ' what though he no more survey Thy ships at anchor on the quiet shore , Thy pellochs rolling from the mountain bay ; Thy lone sepulchral cairn upon the moor , And distant isles that hear the loud ...
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... But silent not that adverse eastern path Which saw Aurora's hills th ' horizon crown ; There was the river heard , in bed of wrath , ( A precipice of foam from mountains brown , ) Like tumults heard from some far distant town ; But 28.
... But silent not that adverse eastern path Which saw Aurora's hills th ' horizon crown ; There was the river heard , in bed of wrath , ( A precipice of foam from mountains brown , ) Like tumults heard from some far distant town ; But 28.
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... hills with high magnolia overgrown ; And joy to breathe the groves , romantic and alone.— VI . The sunrise drew her thoughts to Europe forth , That thus apostrophized its viewless scene : 6 6 Land of my father's love , my mother's birth ...
... hills with high magnolia overgrown ; And joy to breathe the groves , romantic and alone.— VI . The sunrise drew her thoughts to Europe forth , That thus apostrophized its viewless scene : 6 6 Land of my father's love , my mother's birth ...
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... . And well could he his pilgrimage of taste Unfold , —and much they lov'd his fervid strain , — While he each fair variety re - trac'd Of climes , and manners , o'er the eastern main : Now happy Switzer's hills , —romantic Spain , — Gay 36.
... . And well could he his pilgrimage of taste Unfold , —and much they lov'd his fervid strain , — While he each fair variety re - trac'd Of climes , and manners , o'er the eastern main : Now happy Switzer's hills , —romantic Spain , — Gay 36.
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Стр. 133 - 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 gather'd o'er her.
Стр. 96 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat ; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed and said, " Logan is the friend of the white men.
Стр. 118 - Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning: no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair. 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.
Стр. 119 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Стр. 111 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Стр. 117 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! 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 crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Стр. 132 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Стр. 95 - ... attack from the whites. Cresap and his party concealed themselves on the bank of the river, and the moment the canoe reached the shore, singled out their objects, and at one fire, killed every person in it. This happened to be the family of Logan, who had long been distinguished as a friend of the whites.
Стр. 127 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Стр. 91 - That in ancient times a herd of these tremendous animals came to the Big-bone licks, and began an universal destruction of the bear, deer, elks, buffaloes, and other animals which had been created for the use of the Indians ; that the Great Man above, looking down and seeing this, was so enraged that...