The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Theodric and Many Other Pieces Not Contained in Any Former EditionS. & D. A. Forbes, 1830 - 221 頁 |
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第 9 頁
... heard his song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossomed vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sighed to leave behind ...
... heard his song of other times , His cottage - home , his bark of slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossomed vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sighed to leave behind ...
第 11 頁
... heard their various name . " Far from the world , in yon sequestered clime , Slow pass the sons of Wisdom , more sublime ; Calm as the fields of Heav'n his sapient eye The loved Athenian lifts to realms on high Admiring Plato , on his ...
... heard their various name . " Far from the world , in yon sequestered clime , Slow pass the sons of Wisdom , more sublime ; Calm as the fields of Heav'n his sapient eye The loved Athenian lifts to realms on high Admiring Plato , on his ...
第 33 頁
... heard along the deep ; There on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the prayer his bursting heart , and died ! Or will they learn how ...
... heard along the deep ; There on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the prayer his bursting heart , and died ! Or will they learn how ...
第 41 頁
... heard his knell , And bade his country and his child farewell ! Doomed the long isles of Sydney Cove to see , The martyr of his crimes , but true to thee ? Thrice the sad father tore thee from his heart , And thrice returned , to bless ...
... heard his knell , And bade his country and his child farewell ! Doomed the long isles of Sydney Cove to see , The martyr of his crimes , but true to thee ? Thrice the sad father tore thee from his heart , And thrice returned , to bless ...
第 48 頁
... Heard but in transatlantic story rung , For here the exile met from every clime , And spoke in friendship ev'ry distant tongue : Men from the blood of warring Europe sprung , Were but divided by the running brook ; And happy where no ...
... Heard but in transatlantic story rung , For here the exile met from every clime , And spoke in friendship ev'ry distant tongue : Men from the blood of warring Europe sprung , Were but divided by the running brook ; And happy where no ...
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adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bark battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blest blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst burst of Joy charms chief child clime cried Culdees Daingean dark dear death deep despair doom dread dream earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate fire Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING glow grief hand hath heard heart Heaven Hope hour Indian Innisfail Irish isles kindred knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look Love's Loxian midnight mind morn mountain mourn murmur Nature's night numbers o'er pale peace pride psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn second sight shade shore sigh sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm sweet sword tears tempests thee Theodric thine thou thought trembling triumph Twas Udolph wampum waves weep wild winds woods wrath
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第 104 頁 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第 23 頁 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
第 89 頁 - 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'.
第 7 頁 - 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.
第 104 頁 - 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. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
第 103 頁 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
第 108 頁 - By the festal cities' blaze, While 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...
第 106 頁 - 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.
第 103 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.
第 54 頁 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.