The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 pages |
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... fall on you , And blood for blood these Indian plains bedew ; Nine times have Brama's wheels of lightning hurl'd His awful presence o'er the alarmed world ; ( 0 ) Nine times hath Guilt , through all his giant frame , Convulsive trembled ...
... fall on you , And blood for blood these Indian plains bedew ; Nine times have Brama's wheels of lightning hurl'd His awful presence o'er the alarmed world ; ( 0 ) Nine times hath Guilt , through all his giant frame , Convulsive trembled ...
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... fall of Music far away ; And oft he lingers from his home awhile To watch the dying notes - and start , and smile ! Let Winter come ! let polar spirits sweep 00 110 The dark'ning world , and tempest - troubled deep ! Though boundless ...
... fall of Music far away ; And oft he lingers from his home awhile To watch the dying notes - and start , and smile ! Let Winter come ! let polar spirits sweep 00 110 The dark'ning world , and tempest - troubled deep ! Though boundless ...
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... stepdame Nature every bliss recalls , Fleet as the meteor o'er the desert falls ; When , ' reft of all , yon widow'd sire appears 395 A lonely hermit in the vale of years ; 400 Say , can the world one joyous thought bestow To 44.
... stepdame Nature every bliss recalls , Fleet as the meteor o'er the desert falls ; When , ' reft of all , yon widow'd sire appears 395 A lonely hermit in the vale of years ; 400 Say , can the world one joyous thought bestow To 44.
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... falls ! the dear old father bleeds ! XXVIII And trane'd in giddy horror Gertrude swoon'd ; Yet , while she clasps him lifeless to her zone , Say , burst they , borrow'd from her father's wounds , These drops ? -Oh God ! the life - blood ...
... falls ! the dear old father bleeds ! XXVIII And trane'd in giddy horror Gertrude swoon'd ; Yet , while she clasps him lifeless to her zone , Say , burst they , borrow'd from her father's wounds , These drops ? -Oh God ! the life - blood ...
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... fall , As winds that moan at night forlorn Along the isles of Fion - Gael , When for O'Connor's child to mourn , The harper told , how lone , how far From any mansion's twinkling star , From any path of social men , Or voice , but from ...
... fall , As winds that moan at night forlorn Along the isles of Fion - Gael , When for O'Connor's child to mourn , The harper told , how lone , how far From any mansion's twinkling star , From any path of social men , Or voice , but from ...
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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.