Selections from CampbellMacmillan and Company, 1902 - Всего страниц: 133 |
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... heard her con ( The playmate ere the teacher of her mind ) : All uncompanioned else her heart had gone Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . " Another happy illustration is to be found in his verses , On My New ...
... heard her con ( The playmate ere the teacher of her mind ) : All uncompanioned else her heart had gone Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . " Another happy illustration is to be found in his verses , On My New ...
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... heard by the shepherds of Bethlehem , the passage is devoid of any true religious emotion . POETRY . In a passage in his journal his friend , Sir Walter Campbell's Scott , thus accounts for Campbell's ill success : " Some- ( a ) Its ...
... heard by the shepherds of Bethlehem , the passage is devoid of any true religious emotion . POETRY . In a passage in his journal his friend , Sir Walter Campbell's Scott , thus accounts for Campbell's ill success : " Some- ( a ) Its ...
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... heard , " with its cacophonous assonance as irritating to the ear as it is easily avoidable . In The Battle of the Baltic the feeble and almost un- meaning word " raise " ( " Now joy , Old England , raise ! " ) is inserted simply to ...
... heard , " with its cacophonous assonance as irritating to the ear as it is easily avoidable . In The Battle of the Baltic the feeble and almost un- meaning word " raise " ( " Now joy , Old England , raise ! " ) is inserted simply to ...
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... heard his song of other times , His cottage home , his bark of slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossomed vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sighed to leave behind ; Meets ...
... heard his song of other times , His cottage home , his bark of slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossomed vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sighed to leave behind ; Meets ...
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... heard with ravished ear ; As Love's own altar honour me : Spare , woodman , spare the beechen tree ! 20 20 25 YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND : A NAVAL ODE . I. YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas , Whose flag has braved a ...
... heard with ravished ear ; As Love's own altar honour me : Spare , woodman , spare the beechen tree ! 20 20 25 YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND : A NAVAL ODE . I. YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas , Whose flag has braved a ...
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Стр. 21 - 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. 20 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And, leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the deathbed of fame ! HOHENLINDEN, 1800.
Стр. 17 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. 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. 14 - 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. xxv - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Стр. xxxiii - Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below. Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Стр. 17 - 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. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; 'Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young...
Стр. 20 - Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell ! Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accursed be the fagots that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCHIEL.
Стр. 21 - But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Стр. 22 - Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water?' 'O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?