Life and Letters of Thomas Campbell, Band 2Harper & brothers, 1855 |
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... never heard to declare any degree of conviction that it was so . [ Nov. 1847. ] W. B. * A fancy seal which had been given to his friend by a young lady , as a specimen of lithoglyphic art . ET . 85. ] LETTER TO A FRIEND . 15 14 [ 1813 ...
... never heard to declare any degree of conviction that it was so . [ Nov. 1847. ] W. B. * A fancy seal which had been given to his friend by a young lady , as a specimen of lithoglyphic art . ET . 85. ] LETTER TO A FRIEND . 15 14 [ 1813 ...
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... never been as a con- queror . At intervals , he gave us several Polish songs , which , at the lady's request , he translated . The sentiments of love , war , devotion , with their peculiar customs , were not always the most delicate ...
... never been as a con- queror . At intervals , he gave us several Polish songs , which , at the lady's request , he translated . The sentiments of love , war , devotion , with their peculiar customs , were not always the most delicate ...
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... never change knives ; a thou- sand things revolt an Englishman ; but they are cheap , civil , and accommodating . " I forgot to say that , the day before I began to keep the house , I saw the delivery of the Standards , in the Champs ...
... never change knives ; a thou- sand things revolt an Englishman ; but they are cheap , civil , and accommodating . " I forgot to say that , the day before I began to keep the house , I saw the delivery of the Standards , in the Champs ...
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... never fought so hard with any man , or came away in better humor . The exercise of mind with such a one is like an inspiring battle - and to battle we set at the moment we meet . I lent him Dugald Stewart's works . He blames the Scotch ...
... never fought so hard with any man , or came away in better humor . The exercise of mind with such a one is like an inspiring battle - and to battle we set at the moment we meet . I lent him Dugald Stewart's works . He blames the Scotch ...
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... a thou- sand years , the battle and the breeze " -called forth all his patriotism ; and never , perhaps , was the sentiment of his hero ET . 35. ] RETURN TO ENGLAND - STORM . 42 LIFE AND LETTERS OF THOMAS CAMPBELL . [ 1814 .
... a thou- sand years , the battle and the breeze " -called forth all his patriotism ; and never , perhaps , was the sentiment of his hero ET . 35. ] RETURN TO ENGLAND - STORM . 42 LIFE AND LETTERS OF THOMAS CAMPBELL . [ 1814 .
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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...