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... tell , And read the trembling world the tales of hell . " When Venus , thron'd 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 , thron'd 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 distill , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd 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 distill , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away ...
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With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Tell , that while Love's spontaneous smile endears The day of peace , the sabbath of his years , Health shall prolong to many a festive hour The social pleasures of his humble bower . Lo ! at the couch ...
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Tell , that while Love's spontaneous smile endears The day of peace , the sabbath of his years , Health shall prolong to many a festive hour The social pleasures of his humble bower . Lo ! at the couch ...
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... TELL - the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN ! Yes ! thy proud lords , unpitied 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 , unpitied 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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adamantine afar Arion Avatar bark barren beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss BOLT COURT bosom bower bright bright eye Briton charm charm'd child clime Culloden dark dead deep delight doom'd dread dream dust dust return earth Erin Erin-go-bragh eternal faggots Fancy fate fiery fire FLEET STREET flow'r friendless Genius hand Hark heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly hills Hindoo hour Indian isles life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre mercy midnight mingles morn murmurs Muse Nature Nature's never night Note numbers o'er ocean pang Peace pensive pictur'd Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE pow'r proud rapture rocks sacred sapient seraph shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweep sweet sword tears thee thine thunder trembling triumph Truth vale wander watch wave weep wild wild wave winds wing WIZARD wretch yonder
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Page 108 - I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Page 109 - Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal : 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Page 100 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Page 30 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Page 108 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ! Return to thy dwelling, all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Page 107 - Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Page 93 - 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.
Page 114 - 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 ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 72 - What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain! I smile on death, if Heavenward HOPE remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power...
Page 29 - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance!