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adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bade battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding bless blest blood bosom bower brave breast breath bright Britons brow burst burst of Joy Campbell Crest charms child clime cried Culdees Daingean dark dear death deep despair doom dream earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate fire Gertrude gloom glow grief hand hath heard heart Heaven Hope hour Indian Innisfail Irish isles kindred knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look love's Loxian memory midnight mind mountain mourn murmur Nature's night numbers o'er pale peace pride psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn second sight shade shore sigh sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song sorrow soul spirit Stanza star storm sweet sword tears tempests thee Theodric thine thou thought trembling triumph Twas Udolph wampum wave weep wild wind woods
Page 88 - Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day; For dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal; Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Page 104 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow! When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Page 106 - On the lofty British line. It was ten of April morn by the chime ; As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between.
Page 108 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore. Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Page 12 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it; I have killed many; I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace; but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 106 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 87 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead' rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Page 146 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High Have told, why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
Page 107 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Page 103 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...