The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsLongmans, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1821 - 144 pages |
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... fall ; While Beauty's deeply - pictured smiles impart A pang more dear than pleasure to the heart - Warm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . " Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more ...
... fall ; While Beauty's deeply - pictured smiles impart A pang more dear than pleasure to the heart - Warm as thy sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . " Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more ...
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... of ruin glow , His blood - dyed waters murmuring far below The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wide cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , 38 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... of ruin glow , His blood - dyed waters murmuring far below The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wide cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , 38 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call ! Earth shook - red meteors flash'd along the sky , And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry ! Oh ...
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call ! Earth shook - red meteors flash'd along the sky , And conscious Nature shudder'd at the cry ! Oh ...
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... Freedom calls , Encounter fate , and triumph as he falls ? Nor Tell disclose , through peril and alarm , The might that slumbers in a peasant's arm ? Yes ! in that generous cause , for ever strong PLEASURES OF HOPE . 43.
... Freedom calls , Encounter fate , and triumph as he falls ? Nor Tell disclose , through peril and alarm , The might that slumbers in a peasant's arm ? Yes ! in that generous cause , for ever strong PLEASURES OF HOPE . 43.
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... fall'n ! no son of Nature now , With freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And when the sea - wind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for ever more PLEASURES OF ...
... fall'n ! no son of Nature now , With freedom charter'd on his manly brow ! Faint , bleeding , bound , he weeps the night away , And when the sea - wind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for ever more PLEASURES OF ...
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Absalom adamantine adieu afar ANTISTROPHE Avatar beauty Beauty's blazing bleed bliss bosom bowers Brama brave bright Briton brow cease charm charm'd child clime deed deep doom'd dread dust dust return earth EDINBURGH Engraved on Steel eternal faggots fate fire fond friendless Gilderoy glow hail hallow'd hand Hark Hast thou hath heart Heath Heaven heavenly Hindoo hour hurl'd isles life's light lingering lonely Loxian lyre MEDEA Mercy midnight mingles mourn murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE numbers o'er ORME pang parricide Peace pensive Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE Poland poor dog Tray Prague PRINTED FOR LONGMAN proud rapture rocks sacred sapient seraph shade shalt shore sigh slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit storm sublime sweep sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL trembling triumph Truth twas unfathom'd vale watch wave weep wheels wild winds wing wounded Hussar wrath
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Page 35 - 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...
Page 49 - Could mock the groans of fellow-men, and bear The curse of kingdoms peopled with despair ! Could stamp disgrace on man's polluted name, And barter, with their gold, eternal shame ! But hark ! as bow'd to earth the Bramin kneels, From heavenly climes propitious thunder peals ! Of India's fate her guardian spirits tell, Prophetic murmurs breathing on the shell, And solemn sounds, that awe the listening mind, Roll on the azure paths of every wind.
Page 35 - Oh ! bloodiest picture in the book of Time Sarmatia fell unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Page 76 - The strife is o'er — the pangs of nature close, And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes.
Page 23 - Bright as the pillar rose at Heaven's command, When Israel march'd along the desert land, Blazed through the night on lonely wilds afar, And told the path — a never-setting star : So heavenly genius, in thy course divine, Hope is thy star, her light is ever thine.
Page 134 - How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight ! How bitter she wept o'er the victim of war ! " Hast thou come, my fond Love, this last sorrowful night, To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?" " Thou shall live," she replied, " Heaven's mercy relieving Each anguishing wound, shall forbid me to mourn...
Page 9 - AT summer eve, when 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 89 - 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 Restored...
Page 25 - Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy ; No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul ; but, ah ! more blest than he ! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.
Page 34 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save ! — Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country...