The Pleasures of Hope: With Other PoemsJ. Mundell, 1800 - 136 pages |
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... to charm , And the loud tocfin toll'd their last alarm ! In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew :* 365 370 1 Oh bloodiest picture in the book of Time , PLEASURES OF HOPE . 29.
... to charm , And the loud tocfin toll'd their last alarm ! In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volley'd thunder flew :* 365 370 1 Oh bloodiest picture in the book of Time , PLEASURES OF HOPE . 29.
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Page 30 - 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 21 - 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 endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his...
Page 20 - Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but, ah! more blest than he! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past — With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away.
Page 34 - Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied spring : What ! can ye lull the winged winds asleep, Arrest the rolling world, or chain the deep ? No! — the wild wave contemns your...
Page 42 - Britons cross'd the Indian wave ? Ah, no ! — to more than Rome's ambition true, The Nurse of Freedom gave it not to you ! She the bold route of Europe's guilt began, And, in the march of nations, led the van...
Page 68 - When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! Oh! then, thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye! Bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey The morning dream of life's eternal day— Then, then, the triumph and the trance begin, And all the phoenix spirit burns within!
Page 21 - ... brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A mother's ear by that endearing name ; Soon as the playful innocent can prove A tear of pity, or a smile of love, Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care, Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer, Or gazing, mutely pensive, sits to hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while At every artless tear, and every smile...
Page 3 - Aonian Muses say, When Man and Nature mourn'd their first decay | When every form of death, and every woe, Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared her arm, and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heaven again ; All, all forsook the friendless, guilty mind, But HOPE, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Page 69 - Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud. Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud ! While Nature hears, with terror-mingled trust, The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust ; And, like the trembling Hebrew...
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poems |
| Author | Thomas Campbell |
| Edition | 4 |
| Publisher | J. Mundell, 1800 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Nov 2006 |
| Length | 136 pages |
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