The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With an Original Biography, and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 479 頁 |
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... soon after its close . Archibald , the next brother , became a Presbyterian minister , and in that capacity went out to Jamaica , but subsequently removed to the Province of Virginia , where he re- sided till his death at an advanced ...
... soon after its close . Archibald , the next brother , became a Presbyterian minister , and in that capacity went out to Jamaica , but subsequently removed to the Province of Virginia , where he re- sided till his death at an advanced ...
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... soon after these reverses that the poet was born . - " I have uncommonly early recollection of life , " says the poet , in a MS . supposed to have been written in 1842. " I remember- that is to say , I seem to remember - many ...
... soon after these reverses that the poet was born . - " I have uncommonly early recollection of life , " says the poet , in a MS . supposed to have been written in 1842. " I remember- that is to say , I seem to remember - many ...
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... soon found that his brains were wheeled round , As he marched to the Pons Asinorum ! O , sorrowful wight , how sad was his plight , When he looked at the Pons Asinorum ! Soon the fright took his heels , like a drunkard he reels , And ...
... soon found that his brains were wheeled round , As he marched to the Pons Asinorum ! O , sorrowful wight , how sad was his plight , When he looked at the Pons Asinorum ! Soon the fright took his heels , like a drunkard he reels , And ...
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... soon have reconciled Campbell to a more dismal place than Mull ; and , from the moment he received his books and a supply of paper , he thanked God he could " call himself happy . " " The point of Callioch , " wrote the poet long ...
... soon have reconciled Campbell to a more dismal place than Mull ; and , from the moment he received his books and a supply of paper , he thanked God he could " call himself happy . " " The point of Callioch , " wrote the poet long ...
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... soon after the appearance of his poem , was invited by him to a dinner - party of his select literary friends , among whom Campbell found himself an entire stranger . No introduction took place ; but , after the cloth was removed ...
... soon after the appearance of his poem , was invited by him to a dinner - party of his select literary friends , among whom Campbell found himself an entire stranger . No introduction took place ; but , after the cloth was removed ...
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第 186 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 470 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 harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
第 178 頁 - They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!
第 196 頁 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. 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 185 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 her scenery.
第 188 頁 - But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
第 181 頁 - 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.
第 177 頁 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead' rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
第 197 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 115 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!