Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Margaret M. Davidson: The Mother of Lucretia Maria and Margaret M. DavidsonLea & Blanchard, 1843 - 232 sider |
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... Fillan and Oscar are dispatched to observe the motions of the enemy by night . Gaul , the son of Morni , desires the command of the army in the next battle , which Fingal pro- mises to give him . Some general reflections of the poet ...
... Fillan and Oscar are dispatched to observe the motions of the enemy by night . Gaul , the son of Morni , desires the command of the army in the next battle , which Fingal pro- mises to give him . Some general reflections of the poet ...
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... ; " Low have the valiant hunters fallen ! The son of Semo is no more ; Ryno , and Fillan , rise my sons , And sound my horn from shore to shore ! " Ascend yon steep and rugged hill , And call THE SIX BOOKS OF FINGAL . 179.
... ; " Low have the valiant hunters fallen ! The son of Semo is no more ; Ryno , and Fillan , rise my sons , And sound my horn from shore to shore ! " Ascend yon steep and rugged hill , And call THE SIX BOOKS OF FINGAL . 179.
Side 180
... Fillan ! Ryno , go ! " Like lightning Ryno gleam'd along , Dark Fillan rushed like autumn's cloud ; O'er Lena's heath the notes resound And Lochlin heard the echo loud ! Like the rough ocean's roaring tide So dark , so sudden , and so ...
... Fillan ! Ryno , go ! " Like lightning Ryno gleam'd along , Dark Fillan rushed like autumn's cloud ; O'er Lena's heath the notes resound And Lochlin heard the echo loud ! Like the rough ocean's roaring tide So dark , so sudden , and so ...
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... Fillan rose in stature tall ; Then Ossian's heart exulted high , In the strength of his noble sire , My sword gleam'd brightly in my hand , My bosom glowed with fire ; My locks were not then gray with age , And firm was this now ...
... Fillan rose in stature tall ; Then Ossian's heart exulted high , In the strength of his noble sire , My sword gleam'd brightly in my hand , My bosom glowed with fire ; My locks were not then gray with age , And firm was this now ...
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... Fillan fly ! View Lochlin's son across the heath , I hear the distant sound of feet , Thy come to meet the bloody death : " Oh ! let them not escape my sword , Here Erin's chiefs all bloody lie ; Low on their dark and silent beds ...
... Fillan fly ! View Lochlin's son across the heath , I hear the distant sound of feet , Thy come to meet the bloody death : " Oh ! let them not escape my sword , Here Erin's chiefs all bloody lie ; Low on their dark and silent beds ...
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Amir Khan angel arms art thou battle beam beautiful blessed blood bloom bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brow calm Calmar Carril cheek chief child cloud cold Connal Cuthullin dark daughter Davidson dear death deep delight dread earth Erin's fair fame father fear feeble feel Fillan Fingal fled Gaul gaze glow grief hand harp hast hath heart heaven heroes hill hope hour husband Ianthe king light Lochlin lonely Lucretia LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON lyre maid maiden mamma Margaret mind Morna mother mournful neath never night noble o'er Ossian pale Peru Plattsburgh rest roll round scene shade sigh silent sister sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spear spirit Stanley storm stream Subahdar sunbeam Swaran sweet sword tears tempest thee thine thou thought trembling Twas uncon voice wave weep wild wind wing Written young youth
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Side 126 - O Lord my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain...
Side 144 - And Abraham gat up early in the morning to the place where he stood before the LORD : and he looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace.
Side 48 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream, and solemn vision, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Side 44 - Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love?
Side 72 - In these poems," (" Amir Khan," &.c.) " there is enough of originality, enough of aspiration, enough of conscious energy, enough of growing power, to warrant any expectations, however sanguine, which the patrons, and the friends and parents, of the deceased, could have formed.
Side 59 - Thou gem of light ! my leading star ! What thou hast been, I strive to be ; When from the path I wander far, Oh, turn thy guiding beam on me. Teach me to fill thy place below, That I may dwell with thee above; To soothe, like thee, a mother's woe, And prove, like thine, a sister's love. Thou wert unfit to dwell with clay, For sin too pure, for earth too bright ! And Death, who called thee hence away Placed on his brow a gem of light...
Side 140 - And darkness fills the arch of heaven ; When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given ; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye ; When Nature...
Side 72 - I have been no more. The haunts I loved, the flowers I nursed Will bloom as sweetly still, But other hearts and other hands My vacant place shall fill. And even mighty love must fail To bind my memory here — Like fragrance round the faded rose, 'Twill perish with the year.
Side 189 - O thou great Source of joy supreme ! Whose arm alone can save, — Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave.
Side 67 - Till life seem'd ebbing in a tear— Till in that fleeting space of sight Were merged the feelings of a year. And I have heard the voice of song, Till my full heart gush'd wild and free, And my rapt soul would float along As if on waves of melody.