| John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 310 lehte
...marshalled my clan: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of Iheir blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to...When Albin her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonnelted chieflains to victory crowd, Clanronald the dauntless, and Moray the proud; All plaided and... | |
| John Hanbury Dwyer - 1846 - 312 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 1 Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock I But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause,... | |
| Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 182 lehte
...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... | |
| Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 lehte
...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... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 lehte
...wizard, avaunt! I have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! I They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,...And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death. of a Life of Frederick the Great of Prussia, but I believe he had little to do with the work. His Specimens... | |
| George Vandenhoff - 1847 - 396 lehte
...avaunt ! I have marehall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their hearts are but one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,...draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clanronald the dauntless, and Moray the proud, All plaided and plumed in their tartan array — Wiz.... | |
| James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 lehte
...swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breatb. And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death....Clanranald the dauntless, and Moray the proud ; All plaidcd and plumed in their tartan array — Wizard. Lochiel, Lochiel ! beware of the day ! For, dark... | |
| 1847 - 312 lehte
...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,...But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albyn her claymore indignantly draws ; When her bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clan Ranald,... | |
| Salem Town - 1847 - 420 lehte
...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 breath....And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death. Th-in welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!... | |
| 1848 - 310 lehte
...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. 1 But woe to h' ' indred," a.»u woe to his cause, When Albyn her claymore^dignantly draws ; When her... | |
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