| Archibald Alison - 1850 - Страниц: 680
...chanting hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — •- Ther are trne to the last of their blood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." Bnt this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures they themselves have introduced,... | |
| William Beattie - 1850 - Страниц: 570
...False wizard, avaunt ! 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, * In these words: "To the Reverend ARCHIBALD ALISON, prebendary of Salisbury, Ac., these two poems... | |
| Salem Town - 1851 - Страниц: 422
...False wizard, avaunt ! I have marshaled my clan; Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their...like a wave on the rock! But woe to his kindred, and woo to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonneted chieftains to victory... | |
| George Vandenhoff - 1851 - Страниц: 400
...a thousand, their hearts are but one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breatji, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death....But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albia her claymore indignantly draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clanronald the... | |
| 1851 - Страниц: 312
...wizard, avaunt! 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...like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcdme be Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock. But... | |
| Epes Sargent - 1852 - Страниц: 568
...wizard, avaunt ! 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...But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ! When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clanranald the... | |
| Epes Sargent - 1852 - Страниц: 570
...wizard, avaunt ! 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...But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ! When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clanranald the... | |
| Scottish school-book assoc - 1852 - Страниц: 322
...Lochiel.—False Wizard, avaunt! 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...death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock I Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock I But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause,... | |
| Epes Sargent - 1852 - Страниц: 570
...wizard, avaunt ! 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...like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then weleome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock !... | |
| Margaret Fuller - 1852 - Страниц: 364
...sufficiently inspired by the general grandeur of the piece ; to have known how to sink such lines as "Welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock, Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ;" or, " Draw, dotard, around thy old, wavering sight;" and a few other imperfections in favour of... | |
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