The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 pages |
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... Knew the pale form , and , shrieking in amaze , 280 Clasp'd her cold hands , and fixed her maddening gaze : Poor widow'd wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till memory fled her agonizing brain : - But Mercy gave , to charm the ...
... Knew the pale form , and , shrieking in amaze , 280 Clasp'd her cold hands , and fixed her maddening gaze : Poor widow'd wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till memory fled her agonizing brain : - But Mercy gave , to charm the ...
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... knew The world's regard , that soothes , though half untrue , Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore , But found not pity when it err'd no more . Yon friendless man , at whose dejected eye Th ' unfeeling proud one looks - and passes ...
... knew The world's regard , that soothes , though half untrue , Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore , But found not pity when it err'd no more . Yon friendless man , at whose dejected eye Th ' unfeeling proud one looks - and passes ...
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... knew the widow our deliv'ring hand ; Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away , ' Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray.- XIX . ' Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls ' Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamite ...
... knew the widow our deliv'ring hand ; Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away , ' Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray.- XIX . ' Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls ' Of fever - balm , and sweet sagamite ...
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... knew not why A strange and troubling wonder stopt her short . In England thou hast been , -and , by report , ' An orphan's name ( quoth Albert ) may'st have known : ' Sad tale ! -when latest fell our frontier fort , - ' One innocent ...
... knew not why A strange and troubling wonder stopt her short . In England thou hast been , -and , by report , ' An orphan's name ( quoth Albert ) may'st have known : ' Sad tale ! -when latest fell our frontier fort , - ' One innocent ...
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... knew - I knew him well ! " Tis Waldegrave's self , of Waldegrave come to tell ! ' A burst of joy the father's lips declare ; But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell : At once his open arms embrac'd the pair , Was never group more ...
... knew - I knew him well ! " Tis Waldegrave's self , of Waldegrave come to tell ! ' A burst of joy the father's lips declare ; But Gertrude speechless on his bosom fell : At once his open arms embrac'd the pair , Was never group more ...
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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.