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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Side 19
... scenes I am about to relate . My notes fail me with regard to the exact date of the general alarm throughout the village . According to the best of my recollection , however , the town was deserted by the inhabitants on or about the ...
... scenes I am about to relate . My notes fail me with regard to the exact date of the general alarm throughout the village . According to the best of my recollection , however , the town was deserted by the inhabitants on or about the ...
Side 20
... scene . The fleet of M'Donough , moored within the Bay , was gallantly riding at anchor , as if in the proud con- sciousness of coming victory , yet , evincing in its calm and graceful outline , no preparation for the scene of carnage ...
... scene . The fleet of M'Donough , moored within the Bay , was gallantly riding at anchor , as if in the proud con- sciousness of coming victory , yet , evincing in its calm and graceful outline , no preparation for the scene of carnage ...
Side 25
... might sustain , from the scenes of carnage she must in that case witness , the insults to which she might be exposed from a lawless soldiery , and danger from the shot of both armies , which were , A FEW EVENTFUL DAYS IN 1814 . 25.
... might sustain , from the scenes of carnage she must in that case witness , the insults to which she might be exposed from a lawless soldiery , and danger from the shot of both armies , which were , A FEW EVENTFUL DAYS IN 1814 . 25.
Side 26
... their goods . As she passed the parlour door she stepped in to see how the little ones came on . She found them composed , yet watching with anxious and wondering eyes the scene of bustle and confusion which 26 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
... their goods . As she passed the parlour door she stepped in to see how the little ones came on . She found them composed , yet watching with anxious and wondering eyes the scene of bustle and confusion which 26 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
Side 27
... scene of deep and thrill- ing interest . The small force which remained at Plattsburgh after Gen. Izard left for Sackett's Harbor , amounting , as I before said , to only fourteen hundred men , who were now to cope with as many ...
... scene of deep and thrill- ing interest . The small force which remained at Plattsburgh after Gen. Izard left for Sackett's Harbor , amounting , as I before said , to only fourteen hundred men , who were now to cope with as many ...
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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.