The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 pages |
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... beneath , And talk with spirits on the midnight heath ; Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came , And ask each blood - stain'd form his earthly name ; Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell , And read the trembling world the ...
... beneath , And talk with spirits on the midnight heath ; Inquire of guilty wand'rers whence they came , And ask each blood - stain'd form his earthly name ; Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell , And read the trembling world the ...
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... beneath the prophet's hand . ( ƒ ) The living lumber of his kindred earth , Charm'd into soul , receives a second birth ; Feels thy dread pow'r another heart afford , Whose passion - touch'd harmonious strings accord True as the ...
... beneath the prophet's hand . ( ƒ ) The living lumber of his kindred earth , Charm'd into soul , receives a second birth ; Feels thy dread pow'r another heart afford , Whose passion - touch'd harmonious strings accord True as the ...
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... beneath the willow tree , 240 Wilt thou , sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on ...
... beneath the willow tree , 240 Wilt thou , sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on ...
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... beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the tyrant in his torturing hour ! 530 535 540 545 When Europe sought your subject realms to gain , And stretch'd her giant sceptre o'er the main , Taught her proud barks their winding way to shape ...
... beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the tyrant in his torturing hour ! 530 535 540 545 When Europe sought your subject realms to gain , And stretch'd her giant sceptre o'er the main , Taught her proud barks their winding way to shape ...
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... 'n shall burst her starry gates again ! He comes ! dread Brama shakes the sunless sky 560 566 570 With murmuring wrath , and thunders from on high ! 575 580 585 590 Heaven's fiery horse , beneath his warrior form , 24.
... 'n shall burst her starry gates again ! He comes ! dread Brama shakes the sunless sky 560 566 570 With murmuring wrath , and thunders from on high ! 575 580 585 590 Heaven's fiery horse , beneath his warrior form , 24.
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afar ARGYLESHIRE arms bark battle battle of Pultowa beauty beneath bleeding blood bosom bow'r bower brave breath bright brow burst of Joy charm chief child clime cried Daingean dark dead dear death deep delight desolation dread dream Erin Erin go bragh ev'n fate father fire flag of England flower GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glenara green grief hand hath heard heart Heav'n Highland Highland band Hope hour Indian Irish isles Julius Cæsar kindred land life's light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd Loxian midnight morn mountain mourn native Nature's never night Note numbers O'Connor's o'er pale peace pow'r psaltery rapture rock rush'd sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm stormy tempests blow Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thou tomb trembling tribes Twas wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods wrath
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Page 147 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Page 153 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 17 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
Page 113 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Page 146 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 138 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Page 143 - 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 144 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Page 146 - ... shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 217 - ... else, except the vision, as long as it continues ; and then they appear pensive or jovial, according to the object which was represented to them.