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The Pleasures of Hope. Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other Poems
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The Pleasures of Hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other Poems. to Which Are ...
Thomas Campbell, M.D.
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Abra amidst arms battle beauty beneath bless'd bliss blood bosom breath bright brow charm child clime dark dear death deep delight dread dream dress'd e'en ECLOGUE fair fairy Fancy fate father Fcap fear fire Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gilt edges grace green grief grove hail hand hast hath heard heart Heav'n Hope hour Indian isle John Gilbert land life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre maid Margaret of Anjou morn mountain mourn murmurs Muse native Nature's night numbers Nymph o'er ODIN peace pensive Petrarch Pindar plain pleasure rapture reign rocks round sacred scene shade shore sigh Sir John Johnson sire smile song sorrow soul sound spirit storm sung swain sweet sword tears tempests thee thou thought thunder toil trembling triumph Truth Twas vale wave weep wild winds wing woods youth
Стр. 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Стр. 210 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 140 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Стр. 76 - 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!
Стр. 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Стр. 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Стр. 182 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Стр. 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Стр. 82 - 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?