The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell, 第 1 卷Henry Colburn, 1828 - 238 頁 |
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第 21 頁
... Knew the pale form , and , shrieking in amaze , Clasp'd her cold hands , and fix'd her maddening gaze : Poor widow'd wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense ...
... Knew the pale form , and , shrieking in amaze , Clasp'd her cold hands , and fix'd her maddening gaze : Poor widow'd wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense ...
第 22 頁
Thomas Campbell. And , mark the wretch , whose wanderings never knew The world's regard , that soothes , though half untrue , Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore , - } But found not pity when it err'd no more . Yon friendless man ...
Thomas Campbell. And , mark the wretch , whose wanderings never knew The world's regard , that soothes , though half untrue , Whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore , - } But found not pity when it err'd no more . Yon friendless man ...
第 80 頁
... knew the Gentoos would rather die than vio- " late the principles of their religion by eating flesh . “ The alternative would therefore be between giving " what they had , or dying . The inhabitants sunk ; 66 -they that cultivated the ...
... knew the Gentoos would rather die than vio- " late the principles of their religion by eating flesh . “ The alternative would therefore be between giving " what they had , or dying . The inhabitants sunk ; 66 -they that cultivated the ...
第 98 頁
... knew the widow our delivʼring hand ; Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away , ' Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray . XIX . ' Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls Of fever - balm and sweet sagamité : e ...
... knew the widow our delivʼring hand ; Upon her child she sobb'd , and swoon'd away , ' Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray . XIX . ' Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls Of fever - balm and sweet sagamité : e ...
第 116 頁
... knew not why A strange and troubling wonder stopt her short . ' In England thou hast been , —and , by report , ' An orphan's name ( quoth Albert ) may'st have known . ' Sad tale ! —when latest fell our frontier fort , — 6 6 One innocent ...
... knew not why A strange and troubling wonder stopt her short . ' In England thou hast been , —and , by report , ' An orphan's name ( quoth Albert ) may'st have known . ' Sad tale ! —when latest fell our frontier fort , — 6 6 One innocent ...
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第 180 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 181 頁 - 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 harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
第 28 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 101 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.
第 71 頁 - Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee ! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewell, If Fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart ? Why does the brother of my childhood seem...
第 63 頁 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause...
第 179 頁 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
第 132 頁 - With all his howling desolating band; — These eyes have seen their blade and burning pine Awake at once, and silence half your land. Red is the cup they drink ; but not with wine : Awake, and watch to-night, or see no morning shine ! XVII.
第 8 頁 - Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles ; Cold on his midnight watch, the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.
第 26 頁 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...