Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell, Band 2Harper & brothers, 1855 |
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... beautiful ; the smooth Downs are very striking- interspersed with wide expanses of green , and fields of fine corn ; the landscape looks like a colored print ; the oats like fine plush velvet , so thick , so rich and glossy ; the potato ...
... beautiful ; the smooth Downs are very striking- interspersed with wide expanses of green , and fields of fine corn ; the landscape looks like a colored print ; the oats like fine plush velvet , so thick , so rich and glossy ; the potato ...
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... beautiful Poll - parrot , of the first powers of mimickry , who gives me all their gamut of melody at second hand , interspersing his own natural shrieks and ho - ho - laughs , and whistlings , and triumphant chuckles in the midst of ...
... beautiful Poll - parrot , of the first powers of mimickry , who gives me all their gamut of melody at second hand , interspersing his own natural shrieks and ho - ho - laughs , and whistlings , and triumphant chuckles in the midst of ...
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... courteously received by General Moreau , and pre- sented to his " young and beautiful wife . " That lady was now in London ; and Campbell , in the height of his popularity , and • with a grateful remembrance of her gallant husband ,
... courteously received by General Moreau , and pre- sented to his " young and beautiful wife . " That lady was now in London ; and Campbell , in the height of his popularity , and • with a grateful remembrance of her gallant husband ,
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... beautiful . The oriental richness of the coloring , and the softness of the texture , give one the idea of the most costly ori- ental loom ; and yet there is a regularity and solidity of texture * " Memoirs of Lord Byron . " ( MS . note ) ...
... beautiful . The oriental richness of the coloring , and the softness of the texture , give one the idea of the most costly ori- ental loom ; and yet there is a regularity and solidity of texture * " Memoirs of Lord Byron . " ( MS . note ) ...
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... beautiful in comparison of the French , as I think we even the handsomest Englishmen are inferior to the really handsome Frenchmen . As to the French women , I cannot describe to you my ideas of them . There are two sorts of them - the ...
... beautiful in comparison of the French , as I think we even the handsomest Englishmen are inferior to the really handsome Frenchmen . As to the French women , I cannot describe to you my ideas of them . There are two sorts of them - the ...
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addressed affection Algiers appearance arrival asked Association beautiful believe called Campbell cause conversation dear dinner Edinburgh England English expect expression fear feel felt French gave give given Glasgow hand happy head hear heard heart honor hope interest Italy kind lady late leave lectures letter lines literary live London look Lord means meet mind month morning nature never object obliged party passed person pleasure poem Poet Polish poor present promised published received regard respect scene seems seen sent sister society soon speak spirits taken tell thank things Thomas thought tion told took town turned University week whole wish writes young
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Seite 493 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 319 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Seite 462 - The eclipse of nature spreads my pall— The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost ! "This spirit shall return to Him That gave its heavenly spark ; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim, When thou thyself art dark ; No ! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown to beams of thine, By Him recall'd to breath, Who captive led captivity, Who robb'd the grave of victory, And took the sting from death.
Seite 494 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave? How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings! What awe did the slow solemn knell inspire; The pealing organ, and the pausing choir; The duties by the lawn-robed prelate paid : And the last words that dust to dust conveyed!
Seite 493 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 170 - 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 494 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
Seite 40 - I could have compass'd sea and land To do her bidding. 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 381 - United States, your banner wears, Two emblems, — one of fame, Alas, the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame ! The white man's liberty in types Stands blazoned by your stars ; But what's the meaning of your stripes ? They mean your Negro-scars.
Seite 73 - 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...