The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poemsauthor, 1803 - Всего страниц: 131 |
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... waves he rides afar , Where Andes , giant of the western star , With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd , Looks , from his throne of clouds , o'er half the world . Now far he sweeps , where scarce a summer smiles , On Behring's rocks ...
... waves he rides afar , Where Andes , giant of the western star , With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd , Looks , from his throne of clouds , o'er half the world . Now far he sweeps , where scarce a summer smiles , On Behring's rocks ...
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Thomas Campbell. And waft , across the waves ' tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor Child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the ...
Thomas Campbell. And waft , across the waves ' tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor Child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the ...
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... wave thy golden wand . Go , Child of Heaven ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) " Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , Priest of Nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers ev'ry star ! Wilt thou ...
... wave thy golden wand . Go , Child of Heaven ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) " Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , Priest of Nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers ev'ry star ! Wilt thou ...
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... wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away , That when his eye grows dim , his tresses gray , These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build , And deck with fairer flow'rs his little field , And call from Heav ...
... wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away , That when his eye grows dim , his tresses gray , These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build , And deck with fairer flow'rs his little field , And call from Heav ...
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... wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tygers steal along , And the dread Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk ; There shall the flocks ...
... wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tygers steal along , And the dread Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murd'rous tomahawk ; There shall the flocks ...
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adamantine afar Arion Avatar bark barren beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss BOLT COURT bosom bower bright bright eye Briton charm charm'd child clime Culloden dark dead deep delight doom'd dread dream dust dust return earth Erin Erin-go-bragh eternal faggots Fancy fate fiery fire FLEET STREET flow'r friendless Genius hand Hark heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly hills Hindoo hour Indian isles life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre mercy midnight mingles morn murmurs Muse Nature Nature's never night Note numbers o'er ocean pang Peace pensive pictur'd Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE pow'r proud rapture rocks sacred sapient seraph shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweep sweet sword tears thee thine thunder trembling triumph Truth vale wander watch wave weep wild wild wave winds wing WIZARD wretch yonder
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Стр. 108 - I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Стр. 109 - Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal : 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Стр. 100 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Стр. 30 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Стр. 108 - 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. 107 - Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? '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...
Стр. 93 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Стр. 114 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Стр. 72 - What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain! I smile on death, if Heavenward HOPE remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power...
Стр. 29 - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance!