 | 1872 - 900 страници
...scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain ; But the sou INCESS." THE ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 страници
...where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ; rs deep in earth ? Who filled thy countenance with...light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ? An His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son ; Death comes, like a friend, to relieve me from pain... | |
 | James Grant Wilson - 1876 - 604 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,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 страници
...from your nation away ! Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alkuomook call 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1880 - 826 страници
...from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ; you exult in my pain ; But the BOH of Aifcaomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father is pona, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his pon : Deatli comes, like n friend, to relieve me from... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 страници
...from your nation away : Now the fiamo rises fast ; you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alkuomook cau never complain. I go to the land where my 'father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the famo of his son ; Death comes like a friend to relieve me from pain... | |
 | Charles Rogers - 1882 - 544 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,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 страници
...from your nation away : Now the flame rises fast; you exult in my pain; But the sou of Alkuouiook eau housand His ghost shall rejoice iu the fame of his son ; Death comes like a friend to relieve me from paiu... | |
 | Otis Henry Tiffany - 1883 - 932 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;... | |
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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... 
