Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell, Band 2E. Moxon, 1849 - 480 Seiten |
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... nature marked his own ; And , in the waveless mirror of his mind , Views the fleet years of pleasure left behind , Since when her empire o'er his heart began― Since first he called her his , before the holy man . " Campbell's ...
... nature marked his own ; And , in the waveless mirror of his mind , Views the fleet years of pleasure left behind , Since when her empire o'er his heart began― Since first he called her his , before the holy man . " Campbell's ...
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... great dramatist : - " His skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far , ' twould have made nature immortal , and death should have played for lack of work . " work on hand , which - though the world will.
... great dramatist : - " His skill was almost as great as his honesty ; had it stretched so far , ' twould have made nature immortal , and death should have played for lack of work . " work on hand , which - though the world will.
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... nature , than his recent trials had led him to form . Another circumstance - which had much weight in his decision to remain near London - was a situation which he had just obtained in connection with " The Star " news- paper , and ...
... nature , than his recent trials had led him to form . Another circumstance - which had much weight in his decision to remain near London - was a situation which he had just obtained in connection with " The Star " news- paper , and ...
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... nature more indelicate and troublesome than the last I sent you . What I have to say , however , respecting the usage I have met with from one of my booksellers , and some circum- stances in my situation , it is probable that either ...
... nature more indelicate and troublesome than the last I sent you . What I have to say , however , respecting the usage I have met with from one of my booksellers , and some circum- stances in my situation , it is probable that either ...
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... nature , on the subject of the British Poets . What is it that Eneas says of perishing by the hand of Achilles ? I rejoice that the plan is taken from me by a hand so powerful . I really do , my dear Scott it would have gone to my heart ...
... nature , on the subject of the British Poets . What is it that Eneas says of perishing by the hand of Achilles ? I rejoice that the plan is taken from me by a hand so powerful . I really do , my dear Scott it would have gone to my heart ...
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acquaintance admiration Alison amusing anxiety appearance Ascog beautiful believe brother called Campbell's character cheerful conversation correspondence dear friend delightful Dugald Stewart Edinburgh England English Erin go bragh event favour fear feel French friendship Gertrude give Glasgow happy hear heard heart Holland honour hope imagine interest Joanna Baillie kind labour lady lectures letter literary live London looked Lord Lord Byron Lord Holland Louvre Madame de Staël Matilda Mayow mind Monody morning never night obliged Paris pleasant pleasure poem Poet Poet's poetry poor pray present Rabaut remember respect Richardson scene Scotch Scotland sent Siddons Sir Walter Scott sister speak Specimens spirits Sydenham Sydney Smith taste tell things THOMAS CAMPBELL thought tion told town trust Vienna Walter Scott week wife wish writes
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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.