The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - Всего страниц: 243 |
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... deep . Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul : His native hills that rise in happier climes , The grot that heard his song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender ...
... deep . Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole , Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul : His native hills that rise in happier climes , The grot that heard his song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender ...
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... deep , ' Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudest shock , Scourg'd by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn , and search again The famish'd haunts of solitary men , Whose race , unyielding as their native storm ...
... deep , ' Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudest shock , Scourg'd by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn , and search again The famish'd haunts of solitary men , Whose race , unyielding as their native storm ...
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Thomas Campbell. Pierc'd the deep woods , and , hailing from afar The moon's pale planet and the northern star ; Paus'd at each dreary cry , unheard before , Hyænas in the wild , and mermaids on the shore ; Till , led by thee o'er many a ...
Thomas Campbell. Pierc'd the deep woods , and , hailing from afar The moon's pale planet and the northern star ; Paus'd at each dreary cry , unheard before , Hyænas in the wild , and mermaids on the shore ; Till , led by thee o'er many a ...
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... Deep from his vaults the Loxian murmurs flow , ( e ) 155 And Pythia's awful organ peals below . " Belov'd of Heav'n ! the smiling Muse shall shed Her niconlight halo on thy beauteous head ; Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd ...
... Deep from his vaults the Loxian murmurs flow , ( e ) 155 And Pythia's awful organ peals below . " Belov'd of Heav'n ! the smiling Muse shall shed Her niconlight halo on thy beauteous head ; Shall swell thy heart to rapture unconfin'd ...
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... deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that ...
... deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that ...
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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.