The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 Seiten |
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... fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? ' · 145 150 " Turn , Child of Heav'n , thy rapture - lighten'd eye To Wisdom's walks , the sacred Nine are nigh : Hark ! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height , From streams that ...
... fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? ' · 145 150 " Turn , Child of Heav'n , thy rapture - lighten'd eye To Wisdom's walks , the sacred Nine are nigh : Hark ! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height , From streams that ...
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... fire of valour burns , And , as the slave departs , the man returns ! $ 45 Oh ! sacred Truth ! thy triumph ceas'd awhile , And Hope , thy sister , ceas'd with thee to smile , 350 When leagu'd Oppression pour'd to northern wars Her ...
... fire of valour burns , And , as the slave departs , the man returns ! $ 45 Oh ! sacred Truth ! thy triumph ceas'd awhile , And Hope , thy sister , ceas'd with thee to smile , 350 When leagu'd Oppression pour'd to northern wars Her ...
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... fires of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters marm'ring far below ; The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for ...
... fires of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters marm'ring far below ; The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for ...
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... fire of Heav'n ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurl'd , - Her name , her nature , wither'd from the world ! Ye that the rising moon invidious mark , And hate the light - because your deeds are dark ; Ye that expanding truth ...
... fire of Heav'n ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurl'd , - Her name , her nature , wither'd from the world ! Ye that the rising moon invidious mark , And hate the light - because your deeds are dark ; Ye that expanding truth ...
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... fire in Hampden's bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots to the worth of Hath Valour left the world - to live no more ? No more shall Brutus bid a tyrant die , yore , 445 # 450 455 And sternly ...
... fire in Hampden's bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots to the worth of Hath Valour left the world - to live no more ? No more shall Brutus bid a tyrant die , yore , 445 # 450 455 And sternly ...
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afar ARGYLESHIRE arms bark battle battle of Pultowa beauty beneath bleeding blood bosom bow'r bower brave breath bright brow burst of Joy charm chief child clime cried Daingean dark dead dear death deep delight desolation dread dream Erin Erin go bragh ev'n fate father fire flag of England flower GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glenara green grief hand hath heard heart Heav'n Highland Highland band Hope hour Indian Irish isles Julius Cæsar kindred land life's light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd Loxian midnight morn mountain mourn native Nature's never night Note numbers O'Connor's o'er pale peace pow'r psaltery rapture rock rush'd sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm stormy tempests blow Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thou tomb trembling tribes Twas wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods wrath
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Seite 147 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Seite 153 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Seite 17 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
Seite 113 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Seite 146 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Seite 138 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Seite 143 - By the festal cities' blaze, While 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!
Seite 144 - 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.
Seite 146 - ... shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Seite 217 - ... else, except the vision, as long as it continues ; and then they appear pensive or jovial, according to the object which was represented to them.