 | Arthur Hobson Quinn - 1917 - 998 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. IV I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son: Death... | |
 | Arthur Hobson Quinn - 1917 - 1072 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. IV I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son: Death... | |
 | Benjamin Hezekiah Bissell - 1925 - 256 Seiten
...by his hatchet laid low. The flame rises high. You exult in my pain : But the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land, where my father is gone: His ghost shall exult in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend. He relieves me from pain :... | |
 | Benjamin Hezekiah Bissell - 1925 - 262 Seiten
...by his hatchet laid low. The flame rises high. You exult in my pain : But the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land, where my father is gone: His ghost shall exult in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend. He relieves me from pain :... | |
 | Frederick Clarke Prescott, John Herbert Nelson - 1925 - 302 Seiten
...by his hatchet laid low, The flame rises high, you exult in my pain ? Know the son of Alknomock will 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,... | |
 | Roger Lonsdale, Roger H. Lonsdale - 1990 - 612 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;... | |
 | Catherine L. Albanese - 1991 - 283 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. h Maria lamented that she must "marry a depraved wretch, whose only virtue is a polished exterior,"... | |
 | Catherine L. Albanese - 1991 - 283 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.6 Maria lamented that she must "marry a depraved wretch, whose only virtue is a polished exterior,"... | |
 | John Gassner - 2000 - 788 Seiten
...where in am' bush 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, he relieves me from pain;... | |
 | Michael V Pisani - 2008 - 438 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, he relieves 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... 
