The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell, Volume 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 238 pages |
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... seen The blossom'd bean - field , and the sloping green , Leans o'er its humble gate , and thinks the while— Oh ! that for me some home like this would smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form Health in the breeze , and ...
... seen The blossom'd bean - field , and the sloping green , Leans o'er its humble gate , and thinks the while— Oh ! that for me some home like this would smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form Health in the breeze , and ...
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... " with cold before his eyes . " NOTE , p . 56 . -As Iona's saint . The natives of the island of Iona have an opi- nion that on certain evenings every year the tute- lary saint Columba is seen on the top of the 84 NOTES ON PART II .
... " with cold before his eyes . " NOTE , p . 56 . -As Iona's saint . The natives of the island of Iona have an opi- nion that on certain evenings every year the tute- lary saint Columba is seen on the top of the 84 NOTES ON PART II .
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Thomas Campbell. lary saint Columba is seen on the top of the church spires counting the surrounding islands , to see that they have not been sunk by the power of witchcraft . NOTE , p . 57 . And part , like Ajut , —never to return ! See ...
Thomas Campbell. lary saint Columba is seen on the top of the church spires counting the surrounding islands , to see that they have not been sunk by the power of witchcraft . NOTE , p . 57 . And part , like Ajut , —never to return ! See ...
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... seen her birth , her sire A Briton's independence taught to seek Far western worlds ; and there his household fire The light of social love did long inspire , And many a halcyon day he lived to see Unbroken but by one misfortune dire ...
... seen her birth , her sire A Briton's independence taught to seek Far western worlds ; and there his household fire The light of social love did long inspire , And many a halcyon day he lived to see Unbroken but by one misfortune dire ...
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... seen ! ' We know not other oceans are between : ' Yet say ! far friendly hearts , from whence we came , ' Of us does oft remembrance intervene ! 6 My mother sure - my sire a thought may claim ; — ' But Gertrude is to you an unregarded ...
... seen ! ' We know not other oceans are between : ' Yet say ! far friendly hearts , from whence we came , ' Of us does oft remembrance intervene ! 6 My mother sure - my sire a thought may claim ; — ' But Gertrude is to you an unregarded ...
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amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bark beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss blood bosom bowers Brandt breath bright Briton brow burst burst of Joy calumet charm cheek child clime CONSTANCE cried dear death deep delight doom'd Dorset Street dread dream dust earth enemies ev'n fair fate fire friendship GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's glaciers glow grief hand Hark hath heard heart Heaven HOPE hour Indian JULIA kindred knew land life's light living lonely look'd Loxian lyre MEDEA midnight mind mingled mountain murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE nursling o'er peace pensive pirogue pride rapture rocks sacred savannas scene seem'd shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soul spirit STANZA storm sublime sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought Travels trembling tribe triumph truth Twas UDOLPH vale wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods youth
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Page 180 - 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 181 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 28 - 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 101 - 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.
Page 71 - Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee ! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewell, If Fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart ? Why does the brother of my childhood seem...
Page 63 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause...
Page 179 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Page 132 - With all his howling desolating band; — These eyes have seen their blade and burning pine Awake at once, and silence half your land. Red is the cup they drink ; but not with wine : Awake, and watch to-night, or see no morning shine ! XVII.
Page 8 - Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles ; Cold on his midnight watch, the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.
Page 26 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...