PoemsGeorge King, 1827 - 123 strán (strany) |
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... untaintedly , The blood of heroes flows . Full oft the arms of tyranny Thy freedom have assail'd ; But still such foolish , vain attempts , Of wish'd success have fail'd ; B And still must fail - for Scotia's sons May heap.
... untaintedly , The blood of heroes flows . Full oft the arms of tyranny Thy freedom have assail'd ; But still such foolish , vain attempts , Of wish'd success have fail'd ; B And still must fail - for Scotia's sons May heap.
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... heroes flows . Full oft the arms of tyranny Thy freedom have assail'd ; But still such foolish , vain attempts , Of wish'd success have fail'd ; B And still must fail - for Scotia's sons May heap ADDRESS to Scotland, ADDRESS to Scotland,
... heroes flows . Full oft the arms of tyranny Thy freedom have assail'd ; But still such foolish , vain attempts , Of wish'd success have fail'd ; B And still must fail - for Scotia's sons May heap ADDRESS to Scotland, ADDRESS to Scotland,
Strana 15
... untaintedly , The blood of heroes flows . Full oft the arms of tyranny Thy freedom have assail'd ; But still such foolish , vain attempts , Of wish'd success have fail'd ; B And still must fail - for Scotia's sons May heap.
... untaintedly , The blood of heroes flows . Full oft the arms of tyranny Thy freedom have assail'd ; But still such foolish , vain attempts , Of wish'd success have fail'd ; B And still must fail - for Scotia's sons May heap.
Strana 16
... are past . Then roll , ye hours ! -fly , fly with speed , Until I reach that wish'd - for shore , Where I shall join my friends again , And no rude blasts divide us more . SLAVERY . Is there a man within this isle , 16 POEMS .
... are past . Then roll , ye hours ! -fly , fly with speed , Until I reach that wish'd - for shore , Where I shall join my friends again , And no rude blasts divide us more . SLAVERY . Is there a man within this isle , 16 POEMS .
Strana 21
... . Then roll , ye hours ! hours ! -fly , fly with speed , Until I reach that wish'd - for shore , Where I shall join my friends again , And no rude blasts divide us more . SLAVERY . Is there a man within this isle , 16 POEMS .
... . Then roll , ye hours ! hours ! -fly , fly with speed , Until I reach that wish'd - for shore , Where I shall join my friends again , And no rude blasts divide us more . SLAVERY . Is there a man within this isle , 16 POEMS .
Časté výrazy a frázy
æther ALEXANDER CROMBIE Alonza Anna the fair bliss blood blood of heroes bosom braes breast burning zone canna charming Clooty cou'd dear dearest Death Doctor dread dreary eyes fame fear feel final doom fix'd force a groan frae gold gone grave grief Haddo House hand unite hapless happy HARE hear heart Heaven horrid Horror human gore husband ither land leave leuk live lonely Lord Lucia maid maukins Methlic mind misery misery's moment's pleasure mongst mourn Nature's negro negro world never nightly crying o'er OLD ROBERT GRAY owls are nightly Pharaoh pity press'd river Ythan roam scarce scene shines shore sing Slavery slavery's smile SONG sorrow soul spread sure sweet sweet day sweetly thee Twas tyrants unfeeling Unto wave weel whyles Wild over Julia wing'd woes wretch young youth Ythan Ythan's banks
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