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The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Ed., with Notes
Полный просмотр - 1907
adieu arms battle beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst of joy Campbell Campbell's charm child clime cried Culdee dear death deep delight dread dream Dugald Stewart earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate father's fire flowers Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glencoe glow grief hallowed ground hand hath heard heart Heaven Highland hour Indian Innisfail isles knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look Love's Loxian mind morn mountain mourn Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale peace Pleasures of Hope poem poet Poland pride rapture sacred scene scorn Scotland shade shore sigh sight Sir Walter Scott sire smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee Theodric thine Thomas Campbell thou thought Twas wampum wandering waves weep whilst wild winds
Стр. 151 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rushed the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 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.
Стр. 356 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Стр. 149 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 156 - I'll forgive your Highland chief: My daughter! — O my daughter!
Стр. 144 - From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north ? Lo ! the death-shot of foemen outspeeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah ! home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit ? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? "Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. O, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might,...
Стр. 162 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws...
Стр. 148 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst 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. 214 - But strew his ashes to the wind Whose sword or voice has served mankind — And is he dead, whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high ? — To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die.
Стр. 143 - Lochiel ! Lochiel, beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight: They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down. Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Стр. 148 - 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!