The Poetical Works of Thomas CampbellEdward Moxon, 1837 - 306 頁 Patrick's friends create an increasingly larger and more fearful monster in their minds before they see what he really has found. |
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... Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep ...
... Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils keep ...
第 11 頁
... Poor widow'd wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonising brain ; - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense of woe , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , And ...
... Poor widow'd wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonising brain ; - But Mercy gave , to charm the sense of woe , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , And ...
第 12 頁
... poor man's prayer . HOPE ! when I mourn , with sympathising mind , The wrongs of fate , the woes of human kind , Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see The boundless fields of rapture yet to be ; I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan ...
... poor man's prayer . HOPE ! when I mourn , with sympathising mind , The wrongs of fate , the woes of human kind , Thy blissful omens bid my spirit see The boundless fields of rapture yet to be ; I watch the wheels of Nature's mazy plan ...
第 19 頁
... Poor fetter'd man ! I hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there A wish but death -- a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires ...
... Poor fetter'd man ! I hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there A wish but death -- a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires ...
第 28 頁
... poor Amelia kiss'd , with many a tear , His hand , blood - stain'd , but ever , ever dear ! Hung on the tortured bosom of her lord , And wept and pray'd perdition from his sword ! Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The ...
... poor Amelia kiss'd , with many a tear , His hand , blood - stain'd , but ever , ever dear ! Hung on the tortured bosom of her lord , And wept and pray'd perdition from his sword ! Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The ...
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第 87 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 86 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 94 頁 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
第 105 頁 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ; I saw the last of human mould, That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime. The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man...
第 14 頁 - Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
第 79 頁 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. 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; Rise, rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight!
第 78 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 ? Lo!
第 86 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 83 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 79 頁 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ! Return to thy dwelling, all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.