Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell, Band 2E. Moxon, 1849 - 480 Seiten |
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... tuesday next - as soon after ten as conosnient to meet the ports Rogers & Moore . Yours wou truly The Campbell- FACSIMILE OF CAMPBELL'S HAND WRITING XXX LIFE AND LETTERS OP THOMAS CAMPBELL . EDITED BY On Miss Mary Campbell_.
... tuesday next - as soon after ten as conosnient to meet the ports Rogers & Moore . Yours wou truly The Campbell- FACSIMILE OF CAMPBELL'S HAND WRITING XXX LIFE AND LETTERS OP THOMAS CAMPBELL . EDITED BY On Miss Mary Campbell_.
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... meet him ! . The sum you stated is a very plentiful production from the Edinburgh payments . Would that I had such I am sea - sick of it . treatment in London ! • • • " I will settle in Edinburgh whenever my quarter of the lodgings is ...
... meet him ! . The sum you stated is a very plentiful production from the Edinburgh payments . Would that I had such I am sea - sick of it . treatment in London ! • • • " I will settle in Edinburgh whenever my quarter of the lodgings is ...
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... meet . I expect something from the summer ; and intend , as soon as the weather softens and settles , to leave Liverpool entirely for a few weeks , and make an excursion south . you did not live in London , or its immediate vicinity , I ...
... meet . I expect something from the summer ; and intend , as soon as the weather softens and settles , to leave Liverpool entirely for a few weeks , and make an excursion south . you did not live in London , or its immediate vicinity , I ...
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... meet these pressing demands , " he adds , " I got literary engagements both in prose and poetry ; but a malady came over me , which put all poetry , and even imaginative prose , out of the question . My anxiety to wake in the morning ...
... meet these pressing demands , " he adds , " I got literary engagements both in prose and poetry ; but a malady came over me , which put all poetry , and even imaginative prose , out of the question . My anxiety to wake in the morning ...
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... meet To our King . 19. The Dane return'd , a truce Glad to bring ; He would yield his conquer'd fleet With the crews at England's feet And make submission meet To our King ! 20. Then death withdrew his pall From the day ; And the sun ...
... meet To our King . 19. The Dane return'd , a truce Glad to bring ; He would yield his conquer'd fleet With the crews at England's feet And make submission meet To our King ! 20. Then death withdrew his pall From the day ; And the sun ...
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Seite 445 - But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
Seite 43 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Seite 140 - I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Seite 46 - ... 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 ! 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 ! THOMAS CAMPBELL.
Seite 272 - Lady. Is she young or old? Page. Neither, if right I guess ; but she is fair : For time hath laid his hand so gently on her, As he too had been aw'd.
Seite 26 - Though boundless snows the wither'd heath deform, And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm, Yet shall the smile of social love repay, With mental light the melancholy day! And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er, The ice-chain'd waters slumbering on the shore, • How bright the faggots in his little hall Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!
Seite 44 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back : Their shots along the deep .slowly boom : Then ceased and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail ; Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Seite 42 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone : By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand. And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Seite 315 - But years more gloomy follow'd, and no more The assembled people dared in face of day To worship God, or even at the dead Of night, save when the wintry storm raved fierce, And thunder-peals...
Seite 46 - 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.