 | 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!...But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albion her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonnetted chieftains to victory crowd, Clanranald the... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - Страниц: 892
...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... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - Страниц: 1298
...wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False wizard, avauiit ! I have marshall'd my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to die last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome... | |
 | 1803 - Страниц: 892
...my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their besoms are one ; They are true to|he last of their blcod and their breath; . And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death, &c. &c. ************** There are two lines in the wizard's reply to this animated speech, which we... | |
 | 1803 - Страниц: 866
...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
...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 bosoms are...the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave in the rock! But woe to their kindred, and woe to their cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - Страниц: 266
...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 are...When Albin her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonnetted chieftains to victory crowd, Clamanald the dauntless, and Moray the proud, All plaided and... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - Страниц: 272
...wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. * False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are...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 - 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...draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clamanald the dauntless, and Moray the proud, All plaided and plum'd in their tartan array WIZARD.... | |
 | 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,... | |
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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. 
