Selections from CampbellMacmillan and Company, 1902 - 133 頁 |
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... seemed to love whate'er they looked upon . " ( Ib . Part II . , stanza iv . ) " But mortal pleasure , what art thou in truth ? The torrent's smoothness , ere it dash below . " ( Ib . Part III . , stanza v . ) " To live in hearts we ...
... seemed to love whate'er they looked upon . " ( Ib . Part II . , stanza iv . ) " But mortal pleasure , what art thou in truth ? The torrent's smoothness , ere it dash below . " ( Ib . Part III . , stanza v . ) " To live in hearts we ...
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... seemed heavenly when combined ! 330 Love on the picture smiled ! Expression poured Her mingling spirit there - and Greece adored ! So thy fair hand , enamoured Fancy ! gleans The treasured pictures of a thousand scenes ; Thy pencil ...
... seemed heavenly when combined ! 330 Love on the picture smiled ! Expression poured Her mingling spirit there - and Greece adored ! So thy fair hand , enamoured Fancy ! gleans The treasured pictures of a thousand scenes ; Thy pencil ...
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... seemed to glide ; Then dived , and vanished in the woodlands dun . Oft , to that spot by tender memory won , Would Albert climb the promontory's height , If but a dim sail glimmered in the sun ; But never more , to bless his longing ...
... seemed to glide ; Then dived , and vanished in the woodlands dun . Oft , to that spot by tender memory won , Would Albert climb the promontory's height , If but a dim sail glimmered in the sun ; But never more , to bless his longing ...
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... seemed as if those scenes sweet influence had On Gertrude's soul , and kindness like their own Inspired those eyes affectionate and glad , That seemed to love whate'er they looked upon ; Whether with Hebe's mirth her features shone , Or ...
... seemed as if those scenes sweet influence had On Gertrude's soul , and kindness like their own Inspired those eyes affectionate and glad , That seemed to love whate'er they looked upon ; Whether with Hebe's mirth her features shone , Or ...
第 44 頁
... they drew , From beauty's sight to shield the hostile van . Grateful , on them a placid look she threw , Nor wept , but as she bade her mother's grave adieu ! 275 XXV . Past was the flight , and welcome seemed 44 SELECTIONS FROM CAMPBELL .
... they drew , From beauty's sight to shield the hostile van . Grateful , on them a placid look she threw , Nor wept , but as she bade her mother's grave adieu ! 275 XXV . Past was the flight , and welcome seemed 44 SELECTIONS FROM CAMPBELL .
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第 21 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 20 頁 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And, leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the deathbed of fame ! HOHENLINDEN, 1800.
第 17 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 14 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 xxv 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 xxxiii 頁 - Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below. Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
第 17 頁 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; '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...
第 20 頁 - Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell ! Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accursed be the fagots that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCHIEL.
第 21 頁 - But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
第 22 頁 - Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water?' 'O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?