The Poetical Works of Thomas CampbellEdward Moxon, 1837 - 306 páginas 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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... sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at last to Helen's long embrace ; Wipes from her cheek the rapture - speaking tear ! And clasps , with many a sigh , his children dear ! While , long ...
... sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at last to Helen's long embrace ; Wipes from her cheek the rapture - speaking tear ! And clasps , with many a sigh , his children dear ! While , long ...
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... sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . " Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem , And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow stream ; To pensive drops the radiant eye beguile— For Beauty's ...
... sighs shall flow the Lesbian strain , And plead in Beauty's ear , nor plead in vain . " Or wilt thou Orphean hymns more sacred deem , And steep thy song in Mercy's mellow stream ; To pensive drops the radiant eye beguile— For Beauty's ...
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... sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ! Thy fame , thy worth , thy filial love at last , Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past ...
... sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul ; but , ah ! more blest than he ! Thy fame , thy worth , thy filial love at last , Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past ...
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Thomas Campbell. Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye : Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to ...
Thomas Campbell. Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye : Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to ...
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... sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to Libya's barren climes alone , To Chili , or the wild Siberian zone , Belong the wretched heart and haggard eye , Degraded worth , and poor misfortune's sigh ! - Ye orient realms ...
... sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to Libya's barren climes alone , To Chili , or the wild Siberian zone , Belong the wretched heart and haggard eye , Degraded worth , and poor misfortune's sigh ! - Ye orient realms ...
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adieu amidst arms battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding bless blood bloom bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst burst of joy charms child clime Connocht cried Culdee Culloden dark dead dead rushes dear death deep despair dream DUKE OF ANGOULEME earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate father's fire flower Freedom's Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's Glenara gloom green grief hallowed ground hand hath heard heart Heaven Highland band hour Indian Innisfail isles kindred knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look Love's morn mountain mourn Nature's night o'er pale peace pirogue plume po song pride proud rock round scene scorn shade shore shriek sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC thine thou thought tomb Twas wampum wandering wave weep wild winds woods
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Página 87 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the 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.
Página 86 - 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.
Página 94 - 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. " 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.
Página 105 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ; I saw the last of human mould, That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime. The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man...
Página 14 - Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Página 79 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold, where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight; Rise, rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight!
Página 78 - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer ! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight! This mantle", to cover the phantoms of fright. Wizard. — Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north ? Lo!
Página 86 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Página 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.
Página 79 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ! Return to thy dwelling, all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.