Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson, the Mother of Lucretia Maria and Margaret M. DavidsonLea & Blanchard, 1843 - 272 sider |
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... Ryno , and Fillan , rise , my sons , And sound my horn from shore to shore ! " Ascend yon steep and rugged hill , And call the children of the foe , Shout with your father's powerful voice , Oh , haste thee , Fillan ! Ryno , go ! " Like ...
... Ryno , and Fillan , rise , my sons , And sound my horn from shore to shore ! " Ascend yon steep and rugged hill , And call the children of the foe , Shout with your father's powerful voice , Oh , haste thee , Fillan ! Ryno , go ! " Like ...
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... Ryno was like a stream of fire , Dark is the brow of valiant Gaul ! Fergus rushed forth with feet of wind , And Fillan rose in stature tall ; Then Ossian's heart exulted high , In the strength of his noble sire , My sword gleam'd ...
... Ryno was like a stream of fire , Dark is the brow of valiant Gaul ! Fergus rushed forth with feet of wind , And Fillan rose in stature tall ; Then Ossian's heart exulted high , In the strength of his noble sire , My sword gleam'd ...
Side 228
... forms enshroud ! " May they be wafted by the blast , Over my dark - blue stormy seas ! Visit me in my silent dreams , Delight my soul in every breeze ! - " Fillan , and Ryno , fight like men ! 228 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
... forms enshroud ! " May they be wafted by the blast , Over my dark - blue stormy seas ! Visit me in my silent dreams , Delight my soul in every breeze ! - " Fillan , and Ryno , fight like men ! 228 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
Side 229
Margaret Miller Davidson. " Fillan , and Ryno , fight like men ! And , Oscar of the dark - brown hair , Advance with firmness to the fight , The son of Morni's fame to share ; - " Let his example be your guide , Behold the deeds his ...
Margaret Miller Davidson. " Fillan , and Ryno , fight like men ! And , Oscar of the dark - brown hair , Advance with firmness to the fight , The son of Morni's fame to share ; - " Let his example be your guide , Behold the deeds his ...
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... Ryno , the youngest of them , is slain . He laments his death : hears the story of Lamderg , and Gelchossa , and returns toward the place where he had left Swaran . Carril , who had been sent by Cuthullin to congratulate Fingal on his ...
... Ryno , the youngest of them , is slain . He laments his death : hears the story of Lamderg , and Gelchossa , and returns toward the place where he had left Swaran . Carril , who had been sent by Cuthullin to congratulate Fingal on his ...
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arms art thou bards battle beam beautiful blessings blood bosom bound brave breast bright brow Cairbar Calmar Carril chief cloud Connal cried Cromla's Cuthullin dark daughter dear death echoing enemy Erin Erin's eyes fair fame father fear feast feeble fight Fillan Fingal flowing tears Gaul grief hall hand hast hath heart heaven hero's heroes hill Horace Walpole husband king king of swords Lena's heath light Lochlin's lonely Lord loud maid mamma Margaret mighty Morna morning Morven's mother mournful neath night noble o'er Orpah Oscar Ossian pale peace Peru plain Plattsburgh Polly pride raise replied rise roaring rock roll Ruth Ryno scene shield side silent song sons soul sound spear spirit Stanley Starno's storm stream Swaran sweet sword tears thee thine thou tomb trembling Tura's Ullin valiant voice Volumes wagons warriors WASHINGTON IRVING waves wind young youth
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Side 152 - Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : The heavenly Babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Side 256 - ... promise of never returning to Ireland, in a hostile manner. The night is spent in settling Swaran's departure, in songs of bards, and in a conversation in which the story of Grumal is introduced by Fingal, Morning comes. Swaran departs ; Fingal goes on a hunting party, and finding Cuthullin in the cave of Tura, comforts him, and sets sail, the next day, for Scotland ; which concludes the poem.
Side 230 - Raise, Oscar, rather raise my tomb. I will not yield the war to thee. The first and bloodiest in the strife, my arm shall teach thee how to fight. But remember, my son, to place this sword, this bow, the horn of my deer, within that dark and narrow house, whose mark is one grey stone ! Oscar, I have no love to leave to the care of my son.