Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell, Том 1E. Moxon, 1849 - Всего страниц: 480 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 54
Стр. xii
... walk and con- versation , is attempting a portrait which every man who knew him intimately can test by his own expe- rience . If I have been so fortunate as to preserve a life - like resemblance in these volumes , it will be recog ...
... walk and con- versation , is attempting a portrait which every man who knew him intimately can test by his own expe- rience . If I have been so fortunate as to preserve a life - like resemblance in these volumes , it will be recog ...
Стр. xxi
... walk , By the dial - stone aged and green , One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk , To mark where a garden had been . Like a brotherless hermit , the last of its race , All wild , in the silence of Nature , it drew From each ...
... walk , By the dial - stone aged and green , One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk , To mark where a garden had been . Like a brotherless hermit , the last of its race , All wild , in the silence of Nature , it drew From each ...
Стр. 25
... walking along the banks of the river - unconscious of what had happened they were horror - struck at seeing in their very path , first the clothes , and then the lifeless body of their unfortunate brother , as it had been left by the ...
... walking along the banks of the river - unconscious of what had happened they were horror - struck at seeing in their very path , first the clothes , and then the lifeless body of their unfortunate brother , as it had been left by the ...
Стр. 43
... walk home . Some of the bigger Glasgow boys brought me to my father's house ; there they gravely stated that we had been walking quietly in the Shettlestone road , when a parcel of blackguards came suddenly out and attacked us , without ...
... walk home . Some of the bigger Glasgow boys brought me to my father's house ; there they gravely stated that we had been walking quietly in the Shettlestone road , when a parcel of blackguards came suddenly out and attacked us , without ...
Стр. 69
... walk , Join'd friend to friend , in serious converse talk . Their tones are different , one content proclaims ; And one , in frantic jealousy , declaims * In a note , in the handwriting of the poet's sister Mary , it is recorded that ...
... walk , Join'd friend to friend , in serious converse talk . Their tones are different , one content proclaims ; And one , in frantic jealousy , declaims * In a note , in the handwriting of the poet's sister Mary , it is recorded that ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
acquaintance admiration afterwards agreeable Alexander Campbell Altona Anderson appears arrival beauty brother Buda Campbell's character circumstances College conversation correspondence Danube DEAR FRIEND death delight Downie Dugald Stewart Edinburgh edition EDWARD MOXON expressed father favour favourite feel friendship genius Germany Glasgow Greek Hamburgh hand happiness hear heart Highland honour hour interesting Inverary JAMES THOMSON Kirnan lady letter literary live Lochiel London look Lord Minto mind Mull Muse nature never night o'er original palæstra Pleasures of Hope poem Poet Poet's poetical poetry Pons Asinorum present Price Professor prospect Ratisbon received residence respect Richardson scene Scotch Scotch College Scotland shore Sir Walter Scott sister society song soon spirit Staffa talents taste THOMAS CAMPBELL Thomson thought tion verses volume walk winter wish words worthy write young Campbell youth
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 393 - They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!
Стр. 341 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 393 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Стр. 267 - The strife is o'er — the pangs of Nature close, And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes. Hark ! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, The noon of Heaven undazzled by the blaze, On heavenly winds that waft her...
Стр. 32 - Even now what affections the violet awakes; What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, Can the wild water-lily restore ; What landscapes I read in the primrose's looks, And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy brooks, In the vetches that tangled their shore. Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, Had scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more, in life's passionless stage, With the visions of youth to revisit my age, And...
Стр. 161 - O ! sacred to the fall of day Queen of propitious stars, appear, And early rise, and long delay, When Caroline herself is here ! Shine on her chosen green resort Whose trees the sunward summit crown, And wanton flowers, that well may court An angel's feet to tread them down...
Стр. 393 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Стр. 1 - SHARPE (S.) The History of Egypt, from the Earliest Times till the Conquest by the Arabs, AD 640.
Стр. 266 - The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye ! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day — Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within ! Oh ! deep-enchanting prelude to repose, The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our woes ! Yet half I hear the panting spirit sigh, It is a dread and awful thing to die ! Mysterious worlds, untravell'd by the sun!
Стр. 202 - They lighted a taper at dead of night. And chanted their holiest hymn ; But her brow and her bosom were damp with affright, Her eye was all sleepless and dim, And the Lady of Elderslie wept for her lord, When a death-watch beat in her lonely room, When her curtain had shook of its own accord ; And the raven had...