The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 pages |
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... the wind , Treads the lov'd shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at last to Helen's long embrace ; 65 C 10 70 75 80 Wipes from her cheek the rapture - speaking tear , 7.
... the wind , Treads the lov'd shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at last to Helen's long embrace ; 65 C 10 70 75 80 Wipes from her cheek the rapture - speaking tear , 7.
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... sigh , his children dear ! While , long neglected , but at length caress'd , His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest , Points to the master's eyes ( where'er they roam ) His wistful face , and whines a welcome home . Friend of the ...
... sigh , his children dear ! While , long neglected , but at length caress'd , His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest , Points to the master's eyes ( where'er they roam ) His wistful face , and whines a welcome home . Friend of the ...
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... sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . " Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem , And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow stream ; To pensive drops the radiant eye beguile- For Beauty's ...
... sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . " Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem , And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow stream ; To pensive drops the radiant eye beguile- For Beauty's ...
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... song of melancholy joy- " Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; 225 280 Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be 12.
... song of melancholy joy- " Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; 225 280 Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be 12.
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... sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that ...
... sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that ...
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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.