The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Poland &cCharles Wells, 1841 - 309 pagina's |
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Pagina vii
... cause of the rebellion two years before , and did not despair of liberty and equality in Ireland even then . Some of them were in private life most amiable persons , and their fate was every way entitled to sympathy . The poet , from ...
... cause of the rebellion two years before , and did not despair of liberty and equality in Ireland even then . Some of them were in private life most amiable persons , and their fate was every way entitled to sympathy . The poet , from ...
Pagina xii
... cause him the gratitude of mil- lions of unborn hearts , and the benefits of which are incalculable . It is to Campbell that England owes the London University . Four years before it was made public , the idea struck his mind , from ...
... cause him the gratitude of mil- lions of unborn hearts , and the benefits of which are incalculable . It is to Campbell that England owes the London University . Four years before it was made public , the idea struck his mind , from ...
Pagina 25
... cause of Heaven ; The proud , the cold untroubled heart of stone , That never mused on sorrow but its own , Unlocks a generous store at thy command , Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand . ( 6 The living lumber of his kindred ...
... cause of Heaven ; The proud , the cold untroubled heart of stone , That never mused on sorrow but its own , Unlocks a generous store at thy command , Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand . ( 6 The living lumber of his kindred ...
Pagina 32
... cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And make her arm puissant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot Tell - the Bruce of Bannockburn ! Yes ! thy proud lords , unpitied land ...
... cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And make her arm puissant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot Tell - the Bruce of Bannockburn ! Yes ! thy proud lords , unpitied land ...
Pagina 34
... cause , for ever strong , The patriot's virtue and the poet's song , Still , as the tide of ages rolls away , Shall charm the world , unconscious of decay ! Yes ! there are hearts , prophetic HOPE may trust , That slumber yet in ...
... cause , for ever strong , The patriot's virtue and the poet's song , Still , as the tide of ages rolls away , Shall charm the world , unconscious of decay ! Yes ! there are hearts , prophetic HOPE may trust , That slumber yet in ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
adieu ANTISTROPHE Aodh arms battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blest blood bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow burst of Joy Campbell CAMPBELL CREST charms child clime cried Culdee dark dead dear death deep doom'd dream earth Elderslie ev'n fair fame fate fire flower gloom green grief hallow'd hand hath heart Heaven holy hour house Cameron Indian Innisfail Irish isles knew land Levantine sea life's light lips living Lochiel lonely look'd love's lover Loxian mind morn mountain muse native Nature's night Note o'er pale peace Poland poor pride psaltery rapture Reullura Roncevall sacred savage reigns scene scorn Scotland second sight seem'd shade shore sigh sight sire smile smiling band song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling Twas vision wampum waves weep wild wind
Populaire passages
Pagina 165 - 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.
Pagina 175 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Pagina 124 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Pagina 41 - The world was sad ! — the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled...
Pagina 166 - Linden, when the sun was low, all bloodless lay th' 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. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed each horseman drew his battle-blade, and furious every charger neigh'd to join the dreadful revelry.
Pagina 31 - Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career;— HOPE, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked — as Kosciusko fell ! The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there ; Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air — On Prague's proud arch...
Pagina 160 - Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal : 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Pagina 40 - IN joyous youth, what soul hath never known Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to its own ? Who hath not paused while Beauty's pensive eye Ask'd from his heart the homage of a sigh ? Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name...
Pagina 49 - The strife is o'er — the pangs of nature close, And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes. Hark! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, The noon of heaven undazzled by the blaze, On heavenly winds, that waft her...
Pagina 50 - From planet whirled to planet more remote, He visits realms beyond the reach of thought ; But, wheeling homeward, when his course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun...