Gertrude of Wyoming;: a Pennsylvanian tale. And other poems
Printed by T. Bensley, Bolt Court. Published for the author, by Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, Paternoster-Row., 1809 - 134 pagina's
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Albert America amidst arms battle rages loud beneath bird blood BOLT COURT bosom bow'r Brandt breath brow burst calumet cheek chief child Christian clime cried Culloden dark dear death deep Denmark desart desolate despair dream driv'n eagle England ev'n Fassafern fires flow'r GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's Glenara grave grief hand hast heard heart heav'n Highland Indian kindred knew land light Lochiel Logan lone look'd Lord lov'd Manitou Mingo Mohawk morn mountain night o'er Oneyda Outalissi pale path peace PENSYLVANIAN COTTAGE Philadelphia Prince rock round rush'd sagamite savannas scarce scene Scotland seem'd shade shore sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song soul spirit Stanza 17 Stanza 23 steed stormy tempests blow sweet sword tears thee thrush thy father's tow'r tree tree-rock'd tribe Twas Virginia Waldegrave Waldegrave's wampum warriors wave ween weep wild wilderness woods yore
Pagina 133 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Pagina 96 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat ; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed and said, " Logan is the friend of the white men.
Pagina 118 - Glenullin! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watch-fire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning: no rider is there; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair. Weep, Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead: For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, Culloden! that reeks with the blood of the brave.
Pagina 119 - Lo !. the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast, Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Pagina 111 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Pagina 117 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead' rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Pagina 132 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Pagina 95 - ... attack from the whites. Cresap and his party concealed themselves on the bank of the river, and the moment the canoe reached the shore, singled out their objects, and at one fire, killed every person in it. This happened to be the family of Logan, who had long been distinguished as a friend of the whites.
Pagina 127 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Pagina 91 - That in ancient times a herd of these tremendous animals came to the Big-bone licks, and began an universal destruction of the bear, deer, elks, buffaloes, and other animals which had been created for the use of the Indians ; that the Great Man above, looking down and seeing this, was so enraged that...