The Poetical Works of Thomas CampbellEdward Moxon, 1837 - 306 pages Patrick's friends create an increasingly larger and more fearful monster in their minds before they see what he really has found. |
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... storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep , And sing to charm the spirit of the deep ...
... storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep , And sing to charm the spirit of the deep ...
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... storm , " Know not a trace of Nature but the form ; Yet , at thy call , the hardy tar pursued , Pale , but intrepid , sad , but unsubdued , Pierced the deep woods , and hailing from afar The moon's pale planet and the northern star ...
... storm , " Know not a trace of Nature but the form ; Yet , at thy call , the hardy tar pursued , Pale , but intrepid , sad , but unsubdued , Pierced the deep woods , and hailing from afar The moon's pale planet and the northern star ...
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... and thinks the while— Oh ! that for me some home like this would smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form Health in the breeze , and shelter in the storm ! There should my hand no stinted boon assign To wretched 11.
... and thinks the while— Oh ! that for me some home like this would smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form Health in the breeze , and shelter in the storm ! There should my hand no stinted boon assign To wretched 11.
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... storm ; Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly , Revenge , or death , -the watch - word and reply ; Then peal'd the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm ! — In vain , alas ! in vain , ye ...
... storm ; Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly , Revenge , or death , -the watch - word and reply ; Then peal'd the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin toll'd their last alarm ! — In vain , alas ! in vain , ye ...
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... storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark , as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call ! Earth shook - red meteors flash'd along the sky ...
... storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark , as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call ! Earth shook - red meteors flash'd along the sky ...
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amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst burst of Joy charm child clime cried Culdee Culloden dark dear death deep despair dread dream dust earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate father fire flower Gertrude glow grief hand hath heart Heaven Highland band HOPE hour Indian infanticide Innisfail isles JULIA kindred knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look love lies bleeding Love's Loxian lyre MEDEA mind morn mountain mournful murmuring Muse Nature Nature's night o'er pale peace pride proud psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sire smile smiling band song sorrow soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC thine thou thought tomb trembling triumph Twas UDOLPH vale wampum wandering wave weep wild winds
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Page 1 - Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 79 - I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Page 85 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! — For the deck it was their field of fame And Ocean was their grave: Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 303 - 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.
Page 83 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Page 84 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst 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. 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 82 - 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.
Page 101 - 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. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...
Page 107 - Go, Sun ! while mercy holds me up On nature's awful waste, To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste. Go ! tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his immortality, Or shake his trust in God...
Page 81 - Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone ,By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand ; And the Prince of all the land Led them on.