| Royall Tyler, Cynthia A. Kierner - 2007 - 158 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... | |
| 1794 - 534 Seiten
...which we bore from your nation away ! Now the flame rifes faft — you exult in my pain, But the fon of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone : His ghort íhall rejoice in tiie fame of his fon. Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from... | |
| 1791 - 668 Seiten
...from your nation away; The flame rifcs fall — you erult in myp.iin, But the fon of Acnomac (hall never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone, His ghoft (hall rejoice in the fame of his fon : Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain,... | |
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