The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 pages |
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... fall ; While Beauty's deeply - pictur'd 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 - pictur'd 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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... 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 ! 385 390 Oh ! Righteous Heaven ! ere Freedom found a grave , Why slept the sword ...
... 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 ! 385 390 Oh ! Righteous Heaven ! ere Freedom found a grave , Why slept the sword ...
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... 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 , The patriot's virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide of ages rolls away ...
... 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 , The patriot's virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide of ages rolls away ...
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... there A wish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! 505 510 515 520 526 So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So 22.
... there A wish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! 505 510 515 520 526 So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So 22.
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Thomas Campbell. So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili , or the wild Siberian zone , Belong the wretched heart and haggard eye , Degraded ...
Thomas Campbell. So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to Lybia's barren climes alone , To Chili , or the wild Siberian zone , Belong the wretched heart and haggard eye , Degraded ...
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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.