 | William Beattie - 1849 - 520 páginas
...False wizard, 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...But woe to his kindred, and woe to his cause, " When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ; " When her bonneted Chieftains to victory crowd — " Clanronald... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1849 - 348 páginas
...wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Loch. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marshaled my clan; Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one...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... | |
 | 1849 - 844 páginas
...the Jacobins, chanting hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — ', They are true to the last of their blood and their...And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." But this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures they themselves have introduced,... | |
 | 1849 - 822 páginas
...hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — " They are true to the lost of their blood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvert of death." But this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures they themselves... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 páginas
...mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Lochiel — False Wizard, avaunt 1 1 have marshalledmy 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 bonneted chieftains to victory crowd, Clanranald the... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1850 - 318 páginas
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one...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 páginas
...mother scream o'er her famishing brood ! l. 41. False wizard, a vaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand ; their bosoms are one..." Then, welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock I " Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! " But woe to his kindred, and woe to his... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1850 - 528 páginas
...False wizard, 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..." 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... | |
 | Archibald Alison - 1850 - 680 páginas
...the Jacobins, chanting hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — "They are true to the last of their blood and their...And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." But this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures they themselves have introduced,... | |
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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. 
