The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Theodric and Many Other Pieces Not Contained in Any Former EditionS. & D. A. Forbes, 1830 - 221 pages |
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... Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudest shock , Scourged by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn , and search again The famished haunts of solitary men , Whose race , unyielding as their native storm , Knows not ...
... Twas his to mourn misfortune's rudest shock , Scourged by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn , and search again The famished haunts of solitary men , Whose race , unyielding as their native storm , Knows not ...
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... twas there she wept in vain , Till memory fled her agonizing brain : - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense of wo , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , CAMPBELL'S POEMS . 15.
... twas there she wept in vain , Till memory fled her agonizing brain : - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense of wo , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , CAMPBELL'S POEMS . 15.
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... twas earthly fire That fled composure's intellectual ray , As Etna's fires grow dim before the rising day . IX . I boast no song in magic wonders rife , But yet , oh Nature ! is there nought to prize , Familiar in thy bosom - scenes of ...
... twas earthly fire That fled composure's intellectual ray , As Etna's fires grow dim before the rising day . IX . I boast no song in magic wonders rife , But yet , oh Nature ! is there nought to prize , Familiar in thy bosom - scenes of ...
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... Twas list'ning to these accents of delight , She hid upon his breast those eyes , beyond Expression's power to paint , all languishingly fond . XXIV . " Flower of my life , so lovely , and so lone ! Whom I would rather in this desert ...
... Twas list'ning to these accents of delight , She hid upon his breast those eyes , beyond Expression's power to paint , all languishingly fond . XXIV . " Flower of my life , so lovely , and so lone ! Whom I would rather in this desert ...
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... Twas but when o'er each heart th ' idea stole , ( Perchance awhile in joy's oblivion drowned ) That come what may , while life's glad pulses roll , Indissolubly thus should soul be knit to soul . V. And in the visions of romantic youth ...
... Twas but when o'er each heart th ' idea stole , ( Perchance awhile in joy's oblivion drowned ) That come what may , while life's glad pulses roll , Indissolubly thus should soul be knit to soul . V. And in the visions of romantic youth ...
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adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bark 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 psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn second sight shade shore sigh sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm sweet sword tears tempests thee Theodric thine thou thought trembling triumph Twas Udolph wampum waves weep wild winds woods wrath
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Page 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...
Page 23 - 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.
Page 89 - Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold, where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight'.
Page 7 - Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 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. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Page 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 winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 108 - 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 54 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.