 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 954 страници
...lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast, you exult in mv pain ; But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of liis son. Death comes like a friend to relieve me from pain;... | |
 | William Shillinglaw Crockett - 1893 - 370 страници
...in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ; ye exult in my pain ; But the son of Alknomook can never...complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | Edward Arber - 1901 - 524 страници
...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...complain ! 'I go to the land where my father is gone ! His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son! Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | Edward Arber - 1901 - 362 страници
...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...complain! ' I go to the land where my father is gone! His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son! Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | Philip Morin Freneau - 1902 - 436 страници
...by his hatchet laid low The flame rises high, you exult in my pain? Know the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone : His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain... | |
 | Philip Morin Freneau - 1902 - 428 страници
...by his hatchet laid low The flame rises high, you exult in my pain? Know the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone: His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain... | |
 | Annie Russell Marble - 1907 - 424 страници
...by his hatchet laid low, The flame rises high. You exult in my pain: But the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone: His ghost shall exult in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend. He relieves me from pain.... | |
 | Annie Russell Marble - 1907 - 430 страници
...by his hatchet laid low, The flame rises high. You exult in my pain : But the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone: His ghost shall exult in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend. He relieves me from pain.... | |
 | 1913 - 494 страници
...by his hatchet laid low. The flame rises high. You exult in my pain : But the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone : His ghost shall exult in the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend. He relieves me from pain... | |
 | Roy Bennett Pace - 1915 - 680 страници
...hatchet laid low, . 10 The flame rises high, you exult in my pain ? Know the son of Alknomock will never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone : His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son, Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain,... | |
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Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son: Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain; And thy son, Oh... 
