| British melodies - 1820 - 280 lehte
...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,...Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock I But woe to his kindred, and woe to to his cause, When Al hiu her claymore indignantly draws; When... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 lehte
...hlood and their hreath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome he Cumherland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock I But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Alfcin her claymurc indignantly draws; 114 When... | |
| John Pierpont - 1823 - 492 lehte
...Wizard, avaunt ! I hare" marshalled my clan: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,...welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him drf'sh his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! But wo to his kindred, and wo to his cause, When Albin... | |
| Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1825 - 380 lehte
...the battle array, where " The field of the dead rushes red on the sight," where the thousands " Are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death :" it is in mourning over the vanquished, when " the thunders are hushed," and " The red eye of battle... | |
| John White (A.M.) - 1826 - 340 lehte
...••'* ••''* iin/ breath, . .'-nc-iw aiij And like reapers descend to the harvest of death., j Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock !...the dauntless, and Moray the proud; All plaided and plum'd in their tartan array Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 lehte
...Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,...draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clnmanald the dauntless, and Moray the proud, All plaided and plumed in their tartan array WIZARD.... | |
| Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 266 lehte
...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,...him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock! But wo to his kindred, and wo to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonneted... | |
| William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 lehte
...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,...Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock i But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ; When her... | |
| J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 lehte
...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....death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! J *et him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! Hut woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause,... | |
| British poets - 1828 - 838 lehte
...clan; Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to tho last of their blood find their breath. And like reapers descend to the harvest...to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam, like a ware on the rock ! But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly... | |
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