The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Poland &cCharles Wells, 1841 - 309 pagina's |
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Pagina 21
... Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark de lay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep ...
... Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark de lay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep ...
Pagina 28
... Poor widow'd wretch ! ' t was there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense of woe , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , And ...
... Poor widow'd wretch ! ' t was there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense of woe , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , And ...
Pagina 29
... poor man's prayer . HOPE ! when I mourn , with sympathizing mind , The wrongs of fate , the woes of human kind , Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see The boundless fields of rapture yet to be ; I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan ...
... poor man's prayer . HOPE ! when I mourn , with sympathizing mind , The wrongs of fate , the woes of human kind , Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see The boundless fields of rapture yet to be ; I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan ...
Pagina 36
... Poor fetter'd man ! I hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there A wish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires ...
... Poor fetter'd man ! I hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there A wish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires ...
Pagina 45
... poor Amelia kiss'd , with many a tear , His hand blood - stain'd , but ever , ever dear ! Hung on the tortured bosom of her lord , And wept and pray'd perdition from his sword ! Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The ...
... poor Amelia kiss'd , with many a tear , His hand blood - stain'd , but ever , ever dear ! Hung on the tortured bosom of her lord , And wept and pray'd perdition from his sword ! Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
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...