 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 406 страници
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away — Now the fire 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, he relieves me from pain,... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 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;... | |
 | Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - 1829 - 310 страници
...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... | |
 | 1834 - 358 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 never complain. I go to the land where Tny father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes like a frien.l, he... | |
 | England - 1835 - 794 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 SOD. Death comes like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | 1835 - 418 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... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1836 - 394 страници
...hatchet laid low. Why so slow ? Do you wait till I .-shrink from the pain? The son of Alknomook 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, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | George Dixon - 1842 - 134 страници
...from your nation away ; Nowthe flame rises fast, you exult in my pam j But the son of Alknomook shall never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son : Death conies like a friend — he relieves me from... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ; B 1 The lustro of the brightest of the stars (says Mies Seward, in a note on her ninety-third sonnet)... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ; . It may therefore be of some use to borrow the experience of the s 1 The lustre of the brightest of the stars ÍMiys Miss Reward, in a note on lier nmctj-thinl sonnet)... | |
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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... 
