The poetical works of Thomas CampbellRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1864 - 306 Seiten |
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adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle battle of Sempach beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding blood bosom bower brave breast breath bright Briton brow burst burst of joy charm child clime cried Culdee dark dead dear death deep dread dream earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate father fire flowers Glencoe glow grief hallow'd hand hath heart Heaven Highland hour Hyænas Indian Innisfail isles kindred land life's light living Lochiel lonely look'd Love's Loxian lyre mind morn mountain murmur native Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale peace Poland pride proud psaltery rapture rock sacred scene scorn Scotland seem'd shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit stamp'd star storm sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC thine thou thought tomb Twas Vex'd wampum waves weep Whilst wild winds wing youth
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Seite 62 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Seite 51 - 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.
Seite 50 - 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 shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Seite 62 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part ! I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Seite 68 - Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste — Go, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On Earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! A DREAM.
Seite 57 - 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 67 - Go, — let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again ; Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Seite 15 - The world was sad ! — the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled...
Seite 61 - The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce ; for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
Seite 50 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.