The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With a MemoirLittle, Brown, & Company, 1866 - 427 pages |
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Page xxvii
... first Campbell acutely felt the loneliness of his situation , but soon became recon . ciled , for the country , though bleak and wild , was peculiarly romantic , and nourished the poetry in his soul OF THOMAS CAMPBELL . xxvii.
... first Campbell acutely felt the loneliness of his situation , but soon became recon . ciled , for the country , though bleak and wild , was peculiarly romantic , and nourished the poetry in his soul OF THOMAS CAMPBELL . xxvii.
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... lonely on the wild shores of Mull , by his friend Mr. Hamilton Paul . In writing of these early days , Campbell says , " And now I lived in the Scottish metropolis by instructing pupils in Greek and Latin . In this vocation I made a ...
... lonely on the wild shores of Mull , by his friend Mr. Hamilton Paul . In writing of these early days , Campbell says , " And now I lived in the Scottish metropolis by instructing pupils in Greek and Latin . In this vocation I made a ...
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... 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 . " Propitious Power ! when rankling cares an- noy The sacred home of Hymenean joy ...
... 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 . " Propitious Power ! when rankling cares an- noy The sacred home of Hymenean joy ...
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... lonely glen Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men , And silent watch , on woodland heights around , The village curfew as it tolls profound . In Libyan groves , where damned rites are done , That bathe the rocks in blood ...
... lonely glen Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men , And silent watch , on woodland heights around , The village curfew as it tolls profound . In Libyan groves , where damned rites are done , That bathe the rocks in blood ...
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... lonely vale , When Jordan hush'd his waves , and midnight still Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion hill ! Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heavenly source thy being ...
... lonely vale , When Jordan hush'd his waves , and midnight still Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion hill ! Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heavenly source thy being ...
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arms Ascog battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst of joy Campbell Campbell's charm child clime cried Culdee dear death deep delight dread dream Dugald Stewart earth England ev'n fair fame fate father fire flower Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glencoe glow grief hand hath heart Heaven Highland honour hour Indian Innisfail isles land life's light living Lochawe Lochiel lonely look'd Lord Loxian Madame de Staël mind monody morn mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale partition of Poland peace Pleasures of Hope poem poet pride sacred scene scorn Scotland shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC thine THOMAS CAMPBELL Thomas Telford thou thought Twas wampum waves weep Whilst wild winds youth
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Page 98 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
Page 115 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Page 99 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 17 - 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 105 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page x - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Page 3 - Heav'n's aerial bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sun-bright summit mingles with the sky? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 3 Tis distance lends enchantment to the view And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 126 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
Page 99 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Page 94 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watchfire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning ; no rider is there ; But its bridle is- red with the sign of despair. Weep Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave.