 | George Washington Bethune - 1848 - 526 Seiten
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ; you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook can...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son : Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | Charles Rogers - 1855 - 396 Seiten
...in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away : Now the flame rises fast ; ye exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook can never...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain,... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1855 - 718 Seiten
...where in ambush we lay. And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain, But the Son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to tbc land where my father is gone. His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son ; Death comes, like... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck, George Long Duyckinck - 1856 - 704 Seiten
...where in ambush we lay. And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast, you exult In my pain, But the Son of Alknomook can never coihpUun. CYCLOPAEDIA OF AMERICAN LITERATURE. No roving foot shall find thee here, No busy hand provoke... | |
 | 1857 - 280 Seiten
...where, in ambush, we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away ! Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook can...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shail rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend: he relieves me from pain... | |
 | Durack - 1857 - 128 Seiten
...from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ! you exult in my pain ; BuJ; the son of Alnomoc shall never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son : Death comes like a friend ; he relieves me from... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1861 - 562 Seiten
...complain. Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, Now the flame rises fast — you exult in 1117 pain — But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain,... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 Seiten
...in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away : Now the flame rises fast ; ye exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook can never...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1866 - 714 Seiten
...where In ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rlws fust, you exult in my pain, But the Son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land whore my father Is gone, Tils ghost »halt rejoice in the fame of his son ; Death comes, like n friend,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 Seiten
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast, ic's level p mx2 ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
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Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son: Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain; And thy son, Oh... 
