 I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, — their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.  Annual Register - Seite 574herausgegeben von - 1803Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 Seiten
...LOCniKL. False Wizard, avaunt! I have marsliall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms arc one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the ban1 est of death. ТЫ-n welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash bis proud foam... | |
 | 1828 - 396 Seiten
...thai they would also join, and use their utmost emdearoun to engafB ttstir countrymen to take arms." They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, [death. And like reapers descend to the harvest of Then weleome be Cumberland's steed to the shock... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 250 Seiten
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard avaunt! I have marshalled my clan: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1830 - 248 Seiten
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 516 Seiten
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have manhaU'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their hlood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 514 Seiten
...brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunl ! I have marslmll'd my clan, Their swords ore a thousand, iheir bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers desrend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 Seiten
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Lochiel. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 Seiten
...perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, They are true to the last of their blood and their...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Down! soolhless insulter; I trust not the tale. Plaintive — Come, Anthony, and young Octavius, come,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1835 - 258 Seiten
...And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms...And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | 1836 - 514 Seiten
...I have marshallM my clan, Their swords are a thousand, iheir bosoms are one ! They are true to Ihe last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
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