 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
 | Thomas Campbell - 1837 - 332 Seiten
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their...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 - 1837 - 328 Seiten
...a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshall'd'my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are...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 - 1837 - 360 Seiten
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshall'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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 Seiten
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL.] False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshall'd my clan : Their swords are a thousand,...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... | |
 | Gething - 1838 - 426 Seiten
...where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. Loch. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshall'd my clan : Their swords are a thousand,...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... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 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 1 Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock... | |
 | 1839 - 544 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...They are true to the last of their blood and their breathy And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1839 - 510 Seiten
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! 1 have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true toihe last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 Seiten
...stood', And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood'. False Wizard', avaunt'! I have marshalled my clan': Their swords are' a thousand'; their bosoms are" one': They arec true to the last of their blood and their breath', And like reapers descend to the harvest of... | |
 | 1840 - 368 Seiten
...it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood. LOCHIEL. False wizard, avaunt ! I have marshall'd my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their...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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