 | 1783 - 366 страници
...which we bore from your nation away, Kow the flame rifea fall,— you exult in my pain; But the fon of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land where my father it gone ; His ghoft fhall rejoice in the fame of his fon. Death comes like a friend, be relieves me... | |
 | Alexander Dalrymple - 1796 - 242 страници
...his Bow, Remember your Chiefs by his Hatchet laid low; Why fo flow? do You wait 'till I Ihrink from th' pain No — the Son of Alknomook will never complain....Father is gone : How He will rejoice in the fame of his Son I Death comes, like a Friend, to relieve me from pain But thy Son, O Alknomook ! fcorns to complain.... | |
 | 1799 - 264 страници
...your nation away : When the flame rifes faft ! you'll exult in my pain ; But the fon of almonoak fhall never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghoft fliall rejoice in the fame of his fon: Death comes like a friend — he relieves n»e from... | |
 | Anne Home Hunter - 1802 - 146 страници
...shrink from the pain? No; the son of Alknomook shall never complain. THE 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;... | |
 | Scottish songs - 1816 - 320 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 as a friend, to relieve me from pain; And... | |
 | 1819 - 792 страници
...from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast ! you exult in my pain ; But the son of Alnomoc shall never complain. I go to the land where my father is gone ; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son : Ui-nth eûmes like« friend; he relieve« me from... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1821 - 230 страници
...his hatchet laid low. Why so slow? Do you wait till I shrink from the pain: The son of Alknemouk will 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;... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1821 - 554 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;... | |
 | 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,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 402 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,... | |
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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... 
