Poems of Thomas CampbellMacmillan, 1904 - 257 pagina's |
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adieu amidst arms battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding bliss blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burn burst of joy Campbell charm clime cried Culdee dark dead dear death deep delight doom'd dread dream dust earth Edward Lytton Erin go bragh ev'n F. T. PALGRAVE fair fame fate father's fire flower Gertrude Gertrude of Wyoming Glenara green grief hallow'd hand hath heard heart Hearts of oak Heaven hour hush'd Hyænas Innisfail isles land Levantine sea life's light living Lochiël lonely look'd LOVE LIES BLEEDING Love's midnight morn mountain murmur Muse Nature's night o'er pale peace poem poet proud rapture rocks sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sire smile smiling band song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee thine thou thought tomb trembling Twas wandering waves weep wild winds wing
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Pagina 69 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead' rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Pagina 71 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Pagina xxii - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime : As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. 'Hearts of oak!
Pagina 65 - ... can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh...
Pagina 73 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our...
Pagina 35 - The world was sad! — the garden was a wild! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled!
Pagina 41 - 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 42 - Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! Where is thy home, and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heavenly source thy being goes, Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; Doom'd on his airy path a while to burn, And doom'd, like thee, to travel, and return.