 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - 892 lehte
...mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False wizard, avnont ! I have marihallM my clan :' Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one...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 - 866 lehte
...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. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! I-et him dash his proud foam... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1803 - 1298 lehte
...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 - 892 lehte
...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1809 - 148 lehte
...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 one:...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 - 266 lehte
...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 one!...•But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonnetted chieftains to victory crowd, Clamanald the... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 272 lehte
...mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. * False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one...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 - 274 lehte
...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...But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, / When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clamanald the... | |
 | 1849 - 802 lehte
...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 - 448 lehte
...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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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. 
