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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... hall , And on his vast estate . " Then all the people gave a shout , And poured their blessings down Upon this good and upright man , Who should have worn a crown ! And Ruth , the noble Princess Ruth , Became the wife of one , Trusted ...
... hall , And on his vast estate . " Then all the people gave a shout , And poured their blessings down Upon this good and upright man , Who should have worn a crown ! And Ruth , the noble Princess Ruth , Became the wife of one , Trusted ...
Side 129
... hall , Around me their reproaches pour , And triumph in my mournful fall : Their eyes glance coldly on my face , They scarcely know my altered voice , I walk a stranger in this place , The scene of all my former joys : I call my ...
... hall , Around me their reproaches pour , And triumph in my mournful fall : Their eyes glance coldly on my face , They scarcely know my altered voice , I walk a stranger in this place , The scene of all my former joys : I call my ...
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... halls sweetly echo ! Still sadness is there , And gone is the tuneful choir ! Oh , quench'd is that eye - beam , and quench'd is the light Of sacred " poetical fire , " And that genius , which shone so resplendently bright , Hath ceased ...
... halls sweetly echo ! Still sadness is there , And gone is the tuneful choir ! Oh , quench'd is that eye - beam , and quench'd is the light Of sacred " poetical fire , " And that genius , which shone so resplendently bright , Hath ceased ...
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... Hall , So stately and white they seem . ' " From whence , Duchomar , most gloomy of men ? ' The fair - haired maiden replies , ' Thy terrible brow is dark and bent , And red are thy rolling eyes . " Does Swaran appear on Erin's coast ...
... Hall , So stately and white they seem . ' " From whence , Duchomar , most gloomy of men ? ' The fair - haired maiden replies , ' Thy terrible brow is dark and bent , And red are thy rolling eyes . " Does Swaran appear on Erin's coast ...
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... board . Trenar , the graceful Trenar fell , His dogs are howling in his halls , His bow hangs useless , all unstrung , Upon their lonely silent walls . As roll a thousand waves along , So Swaran's host 174 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
... board . Trenar , the graceful Trenar fell , His dogs are howling in his halls , His bow hangs useless , all unstrung , Upon their lonely silent walls . As roll a thousand waves along , So Swaran's host 174 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
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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.