The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Theodric ; and Many Other Pieces Not Contained in Any Former EditionJ. Crissy, and J. Grigg, 1830 - 38 Seiten |
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... tell , And read the trembling world the tales of hell . " When Venus , throned in clouds of rosy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew , And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ , Sacred to love and walks of tender joy ; A ...
... tell , And read the trembling world the tales of hell . " When Venus , throned in clouds of rosy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew , And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ , Sacred to love and walks of tender joy ; A ...
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... Tell , that his manly race shall yet assuage Their father's wrongs , and shield his later age . What though for him no Hybla sweets distil , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have passed away ...
... Tell , that his manly race shall yet assuage Their father's wrongs , and shield his later age . What though for him no Hybla sweets distil , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have passed away ...
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... Tell - the Bruce of Bannockburn ! Yes ! thy proud lords , unpitying land ! shall see That man hath yet a soul — and dare be free ; A little while , along thy saddening plains , The starless night of desolation reigns ; Truth shall ...
... Tell - the Bruce of Bannockburn ! Yes ! thy proud lords , unpitying land ! shall see That man hath yet a soul — and dare be free ; A little while , along thy saddening plains , The starless night of desolation reigns ; Truth shall ...
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... Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots to the worth of yore , Hath Valour left the world - to live no more ? No more shall Brutus bid a tyrant die , And sternly smile with vengeance in his eye ? Hampden no more , when suffering Freedom calls ...
... Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots to the worth of yore , Hath Valour left the world - to live no more ? No more shall Brutus bid a tyrant die , And sternly smile with vengeance in his eye ? Hampden no more , when suffering Freedom calls ...
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... guardian spirits tell , Prophetic murmurs breathing on the shell , And solemn sounds , that awe the list'ning mind , Roll on the azure paths of every wind . " Foes of mankind ! ( her guardian spirits say 24 CAMPBELL'S POEMS .
... guardian spirits tell , Prophetic murmurs breathing on the shell , And solemn sounds , that awe the list'ning mind , Roll on the azure paths of every wind . " Foes of mankind ! ( her guardian spirits say 24 CAMPBELL'S POEMS .
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adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blest blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst burst of Joy charms chief child clime cried Culdees Daingean dark dear death deep despair doom dread dream earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate fire Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING glow grief hand hath heard heart Heaven Hope hour Indian Innisfail Irish isles kindred knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look Love's Loxian midnight mind morn mountain mourn murmur Nature's night numbers o'er pale peace pride proud psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm sweet sword tears tempests thee Theodric thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought trembling triumph Twas Udolph wampum wave weep wild winds woods wrath
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Seite 104 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 24 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry and he gave him not meat: if ever he came cold and naked and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Seite 107 - 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 103 - 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 tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Seite 106 - 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 103 - 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. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Seite 146 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High Have told, why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
Seite 104 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 87 - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer ! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. Wizard. Ha ! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ! Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home, in the dark-rolling clouds of the north...
Seite 102 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight. When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light, The darkness of the scenery.