The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With an Original Biography, and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 479 頁 |
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... winds he wanders on the deep , Climbs the tall spire , or scales the beetling steep , His life - blood freezing to ... Wind from the hill his murmuring bugle horn , The shrill sweet music wakes the slumberer's ear , And melts his blood ...
... winds he wanders on the deep , Climbs the tall spire , or scales the beetling steep , His life - blood freezing to ... Wind from the hill his murmuring bugle horn , The shrill sweet music wakes the slumberer's ear , And melts his blood ...
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... , Elsinore ! Brave hearts , to Britain's weal Once so true ! Though death has quenched your flame , Yet immortal be your name ! For ye died the death of fame With Riou ! Soft sigh the winds of heaven O'er your grave ! 46 LIFE OF CAMPBELL .
... , Elsinore ! Brave hearts , to Britain's weal Once so true ! Though death has quenched your flame , Yet immortal be your name ! For ye died the death of fame With Riou ! Soft sigh the winds of heaven O'er your grave ! 46 LIFE OF CAMPBELL .
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With an Original Biography, and Notes Thomas Campbell Epes Sargent. Soft sigh the winds of heaven O'er your grave ! While the billow mournful rolls , And the mermaid's song condoles , Singing - glory to the souls Of the brave ! It was at ...
With an Original Biography, and Notes Thomas Campbell Epes Sargent. Soft sigh the winds of heaven O'er your grave ! While the billow mournful rolls , And the mermaid's song condoles , Singing - glory to the souls Of the brave ! It was at ...
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... winds " chilled his marrow . " The society was very agreeable , though infested by rogues and swindlers . The streets , too , were " semi - perpendicular . " In regard to the importation of books from England , he was vexed by the ...
... winds " chilled his marrow . " The society was very agreeable , though infested by rogues and swindlers . The streets , too , were " semi - perpendicular . " In regard to the importation of books from England , he was vexed by the ...
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... winds to Heaven again ; All , all forsook the friendless , guilty mind , But HOPE , the charmer , lingered still behind . Thus , while Elijah's burning wheels prepare From Carmel's heights to sweep the fields of air , The prophet's ...
... winds to Heaven again ; All , all forsook the friendless , guilty mind , But HOPE , the charmer , lingered still behind . Thus , while Elijah's burning wheels prepare From Carmel's heights to sweep the fields of air , The prophet's ...
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adieu Algiers arms battle beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bless blood bloom bosom bower brave breath bright brow Campbell Campbell's charm cheer child clime Culdee Danube dear death deep delight doom dream Dugald Stewart earth Edinburgh England fair fame fate father fire friend Richardson Gertrude of Wyoming Glasgow glow grief hand heard heart Heaven Highland Hohenlinden hour Indian Innisfail lady land letter life's light live Lochiel lonely look Lord Lord Byron Lord Holland mind morn mountains mourn Nature's ne'er never night o'er peace Pleasures of Hope poem poet poet's Poland Pons Asinorum pride proud rapture Ratisbon sacred scene scorn Scotland shore sigh smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears tell thee THEODRIC thine Thomas Campbell thou thought wampum waves weep whilst wild winds wrote young youth
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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!