| William Beattie - 1849 - 520 lehte
...avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand ; their bosoms are one f They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,...; " When her bonneted Chieftains to victory crowd — " Clanronald the dauntless, and Moray the proud" — All plaided and plumed in their tartan array,... | |
| William Russell - 1849 - 320 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,... | |
| William Russell - 1849 - 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,...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,... | |
| Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 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,...dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! But wo to his kindred, and wo to his cause, When Albyn her claymore indignantly draws; When her bonnetted... | |
| 1849 - 844 lehte
...Jacobins, chanting hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — ', They are true to the last of their blood 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,... | |
| William Holmes McGuffey - 1849 - 348 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. 45. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the... | |
| John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 318 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,...shock! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the ruck! But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, When Albin her claymore indignantly draws.; When... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1850 - 514 lehte
...like reapers descend to the harvest of death ! " Then, welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock I " Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock...; " When her bonneted Chieftains to victory crowd — " Clanronald the dauntless, and Moray the proud " — All plaided and plumed in their tartan array,... | |
| William Beattie - 1850 - 570 lehte
...prebendary of Salisbury, Ac., these two poems are inscribed by bis most respectful friend, the Author." And like reapers descend to the harvest of death !...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... | |
| Thomas Campbell - 1850 - 528 lehte
...avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand ; their bosoms we, one I They are true to the last of their blood and their breath,..." Then, welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock 1 " Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! " But woe to his kindred, and woe to his... | |
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