The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - Всего страниц: 243 |
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... arm , and rampant War Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the friendless guilty mind , But Hope , the charmer , linger ...
... arm , and rampant War Yok'd the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banish'd from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the friendless guilty mind , But Hope , the charmer , linger ...
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... arm profane , Wild Obi flies ( i ) -the veil is rent in twain . 340 Where barb'rous hoards on Scythian mountains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet shall find a home ; Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines , From Guinea's coast to ...
... arm profane , Wild Obi flies ( i ) -the veil is rent in twain . 340 Where barb'rous hoards on Scythian mountains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet shall find a home ; Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines , From Guinea's coast to ...
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... a pitying foe , Strength in her arms , nor mercy in her woe ! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear , Clos'd her bright eye , and curb'd her high career ; - 330 Hope , for a season , bade the world farewell 17.
... a pitying foe , Strength in her arms , nor mercy in her woe ! Dropp'd from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear , Clos'd her bright eye , and curb'd her high career ; - 330 Hope , for a season , bade the world farewell 17.
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... arm , O Vengeance ! where thy rod , 395 That smote the foes of Zion and of God , That crush'd proud Ammon , when his iron car Was yok'd in wrath , and thunder'd from afar ? Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host Of blood ...
... arm , O Vengeance ! where thy rod , 395 That smote the foes of Zion and of God , That crush'd proud Ammon , when his iron car Was yok'd in wrath , and thunder'd from afar ? Where was the storm that slumber'd till the host Of blood ...
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... arms ! See Roman fire in Hampden's bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots ... arm ? Yes ! in that generous cause for ever strong , The patriot's virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide ...
... arms ! See Roman fire in Hampden's bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots ... arm ? Yes ! in that generous cause for ever strong , The patriot's virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide ...
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afar ARGYLESHIRE arms bark battle battle of Pultowa beauty beneath bleeding blood bosom bow'r bower brave breath bright brow burst of Joy charm chief child clime cried Daingean dark dead dear death deep delight desolation dread dream Erin Erin go bragh ev'n fate father fire flag of England flower GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glenara green grief hand hath heard heart Heav'n Highland Highland band Hope hour Indian Irish isles Julius Cæsar kindred land life's light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd Loxian midnight morn mountain mourn native Nature's never night Note numbers O'Connor's o'er pale peace pow'r psaltery rapture rock rush'd sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm stormy tempests blow Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thou tomb trembling tribes Twas wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods wrath
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Стр. 147 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Стр. 153 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Стр. 17 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
Стр. 113 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Стр. 146 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Стр. 138 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Стр. 143 - By the festal cities' blaze, While the wine-cup shines in light: And yet amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!
Стр. 144 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Стр. 146 - ... shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Стр. 217 - ... else, except the vision, as long as it continues ; and then they appear pensive or jovial, according to the object which was represented to them.