The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - Всего страниц: 243 |
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... isles ; Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow , From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft , across the waves ' tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm ...
... isles ; Cold on his midnight watch the breezes blow , From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft , across the waves ' tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm ...
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... isles ; For ever fallen ! no son of Nature now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the sea - wind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for ever ...
... isles ; For ever fallen ! no son of Nature now , With Freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the sea - wind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for ever ...
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... isles in Ocean's bed Are shook , and Nature rocks beneath his tread ! " To pour redress on India's injur'd realm , The oppressor to dethrone , the proud to whelm ; To chase destruction from her plunder'd shore , With arts and arms that ...
... isles in Ocean's bed Are shook , and Nature rocks beneath his tread ! " To pour redress on India's injur'd realm , The oppressor to dethrone , the proud to whelm ; To chase destruction from her plunder'd shore , With arts and arms that ...
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... , The happy master mingled on his piece 75 Each look that charm'd him in the fair of Greece ; To faultless Nature true , he stole a grace From every finer form and sweeter face ; And , as he sojourn'd on the Ægean isles , B2 33.
... , The happy master mingled on his piece 75 Each look that charm'd him in the fair of Greece ; To faultless Nature true , he stole a grace From every finer form and sweeter face ; And , as he sojourn'd on the Ægean isles , B2 33.
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Thomas Campbell. And , as he sojourn'd on the Ægean isles , Woo'd all their love , and treasur'd all their smiles ; Then glow'd the tints , pure , precious , and refin'd , And mortal charms seem'd heavenly when combin'd ! Love on the ...
Thomas Campbell. And , as he sojourn'd on the Ægean isles , Woo'd all their love , and treasur'd all their smiles ; Then glow'd the tints , pure , precious , and refin'd , And mortal charms seem'd heavenly when combin'd ! Love on the ...
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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.