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 158
... green Erin row . " " " Tis Swaran's self , I saw the chief , ' Tis royal Starna's valiant son ; His tall form as a glittering rock- His shield is as the rising moon . " His spear is a tall blasted pine ; He 158 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
... green Erin row . " " " Tis Swaran's self , I saw the chief , ' Tis royal Starna's valiant son ; His tall form as a glittering rock- His shield is as the rising moon . " His spear is a tall blasted pine ; He 158 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
Side 162
... valiant father's spear ! Alone thy strong and powerful arm Would quell a host ; -thou canst not fear . " " Cuthullin ! " the calm chief replied , " My spear is sharp , its edge is keen , In battle it delights to shine , Red with the ...
... valiant father's spear ! Alone thy strong and powerful arm Would quell a host ; -thou canst not fear . " " Cuthullin ! " the calm chief replied , " My spear is sharp , its edge is keen , In battle it delights to shine , Red with the ...
Side 163
... valiant son , To fight proud Swaran leads his train ! " Roar ! with a voice of thunder , roar ! And scatter all their ranks of pride ; Cuthullin , in his father's strength , Will pour out blood on every side . " Rise , ye dark winds of ...
... valiant son , To fight proud Swaran leads his train ! " Roar ! with a voice of thunder , roar ! And scatter all their ranks of pride ; Cuthullin , in his father's strength , Will pour out blood on every side . " Rise , ye dark winds of ...
Side 164
... Four stones , " the valiant chief replied , " Rise on the youthful Cathba's grave ; I've laid Duchomar in the earth- That cloud in war , that spirit brave . " Thou , Cathba ! wert a sunbeam bright ! 164 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
... Four stones , " the valiant chief replied , " Rise on the youthful Cathba's grave ; I've laid Duchomar in the earth- That cloud in war , that spirit brave . " Thou , Cathba ! wert a sunbeam bright ! 164 MARGARET M. DAVIDSON .
Side 165
Margaret Miller Davidson. " Thou , Cathba ! wert a sunbeam bright ! Valiant Duchomar ! thou a cloud Of mist , as o'er the autumn plain It moves along , a sable shroud ! " Thou , Morna ! fair and beauteous maid ! Calm is thy sleep within ...
Margaret Miller Davidson. " Thou , Cathba ! wert a sunbeam bright ! Valiant Duchomar ! thou a cloud Of mist , as o'er the autumn plain It moves along , a sable shroud ! " Thou , Morna ! fair and beauteous maid ! Calm is thy sleep within ...
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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.