The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poems |
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第 27 頁
By that dread name , we wave the sword on high , And swear for her to live ! —
with her to die ! He said , and on the rampart - heights array ' d His trusty warriors
, few , but undismay ' d ; Firm - pac ' d and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as ...
By that dread name , we wave the sword on high , And swear for her to live ! —
with her to die ! He said , and on the rampart - heights array ' d His trusty warriors
, few , but undismay ' d ; Firm - pac ' d and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as ...
第 29 頁
Oh ! Righteous Heav ' n ! ere Freedom found a grave , Why slept the sword ,
omnipotent to save ? Where was thine arm , 0 Vengeance ! where thy rod , That
smote the foes of Zion and of God , That crush ' d proud Ammon , when his iron
car ...
Oh ! Righteous Heav ' n ! ere Freedom found a grave , Why slept the sword ,
omnipotent to save ? Where was thine arm , 0 Vengeance ! where thy rod , That
smote the foes of Zion and of God , That crush ' d proud Ammon , when his iron
car ...
第 32 頁
Why then hath Plato liv ' d — or Sydney died ? Ye fond adorers of departed fame ,
Who warm at Scipio ' s worth , or Tully ' s name ! Ye that , in fancied vision , can
admire The sword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! Wrapt in historic ardour , who
...
Why then hath Plato liv ' d — or Sydney died ? Ye fond adorers of departed fame ,
Who warm at Scipio ' s worth , or Tully ' s name ! Ye that , in fancied vision , can
admire The sword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! Wrapt in historic ardour , who
...
第 108 頁
to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For
a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden , that reeks with the blood
of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death - telling seer !
to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For
a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Culloden , that reeks with the blood
of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death - telling seer !
第 123 頁
The impostor of Mecca had established , as one of the principles of his doctrine ,
the merit of extending it , either by persuasion , or the sword , to all parts of the
earth . How steadily this injunction was ad. hered to by his followers , and with
what ...
The impostor of Mecca had established , as one of the principles of his doctrine ,
the merit of extending it , either by persuasion , or the sword , to all parts of the
earth . How steadily this injunction was ad. hered to by his followers , and with
what ...
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第 106 頁 - 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.
第 107 頁 - 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.
第 98 頁 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert 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 ! Erin, my country!
第 30 頁 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled! Friends of the world! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred 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!
第 106 頁 - 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.
第 105 頁 - Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? '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...
第 91 頁 - 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.
第 112 頁 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
第 70 頁 - What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain! I smile on death, if Heavenward HOPE remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power...
第 29 頁 - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance!
書目資訊
| 書名 | The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poems |
| 作者 | Thomas Campbell |
| 版本 | 7 |
| 出版者 | author, 1803 |
| 來源： | 牛津大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2006年4月11日 |
| 頁數 | 131 頁 |
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