The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Theodric ; and Many Other Pieces Not Contained in Any Former EditionJ. Crissy, and J. Grigg, 1830 - 38 頁 |
搜尋書籍內容
第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 42 筆
第 8 頁
... Peace and Mercy , banished from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the ... peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! What viewless forms th ' Æolian organ play , And sweep the furrow'd lines ...
... Peace and Mercy , banished from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the ... peaceful dreams thy handmaid spirits bring ! What viewless forms th ' Æolian organ play , And sweep the furrow'd lines ...
第 10 頁
... Peace and repose , a Briton and a friend ! ( b ) 1 Congenial Hope ! thy passion - kindling power , How bright , how strong , in youth's untroubled hour On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy ...
... Peace and repose , a Briton and a friend ! ( b ) 1 Congenial Hope ! thy passion - kindling power , How bright , how strong , in youth's untroubled hour On yon proud height , with Genius hand in hand , I see thee light , and wave thy ...
第 13 頁
... to breathe Arcadian beauty on the barren heath ; Tell , that while Love's spontaneous smile endears The days of peace , the sabbath of his years , B Health shall prolong to many a festive hour The social CAMPBELL'S POEMS . 13.
... to breathe Arcadian beauty on the barren heath ; Tell , that while Love's spontaneous smile endears The days of peace , the sabbath of his years , B Health shall prolong to many a festive hour The social CAMPBELL'S POEMS . 13.
第 15 頁
... peace , proud Reason ! nor destroy The shadowy forms of uncreated joy , That urge the lingering tide of life , and pour Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hour . Hark ! the wild maniac sings , to chide the gale That wafts so slow her ...
... peace , proud Reason ! nor destroy The shadowy forms of uncreated joy , That urge the lingering tide of life , and pour Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hour . Hark ! the wild maniac sings , to chide the gale That wafts so slow her ...
第 22 頁
... Peace to the slave , and vengeance on the free ! Yet , yet , degraded men ! th ' expected day That breaks your bitter cup , is far away ; Trade , wealth , and fashion , ask you still to bleed , And holy men give scripture for the deed ...
... Peace to the slave , and vengeance on the free ! Yet , yet , degraded men ! th ' expected day That breaks your bitter cup , is far away ; Trade , wealth , and fashion , ask you still to bleed , And holy men give scripture for the deed ...
其他版本 - 查看全部
常見字詞
adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms 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 proud psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm sweet sword tears tempests thee Theodric thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought trembling triumph Twas Udolph wampum wave weep wild winds woods wrath
熱門章節
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.
第 24 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 107 頁 - 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.
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 tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
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 146 頁 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High Have told, why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
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 : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
第 87 頁 - 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...
第 102 頁 - 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 the scenery.