The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With a MemoirLittle, Brown, & Company, 1866 - 427 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 61 筆
第 12 頁
... bosom , true to sympathy ! Where is the troubled heart consign'd to share Tumultuous toils , or solitary care , Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray To count the joys of Fortune's better day ! Lo , nature , life , and liberty relume ...
... bosom , true to sympathy ! Where is the troubled heart consign'd to share Tumultuous toils , or solitary care , Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray To count the joys of Fortune's better day ! Lo , nature , life , and liberty relume ...
第 19 頁
... bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots to the worth of yore , Hath Valour left the world - to live no more ? No more shall Brutus bid a tyrant die , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 19.
... bosom swell , And fate and freedom in the shaft of Tell ! Say , ye fond zealots to the worth of yore , Hath Valour left the world - to live no more ? No more shall Brutus bid a tyrant die , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 19.
第 34 頁
... bosom of her lord , And wept and pray'd perdition from his sword ! Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The strings of Nature crack'd with agony ! He , with delirious laugh , the dagger hurl'd , And burst the ties that ...
... bosom of her lord , And wept and pray'd perdition from his sword ! Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The strings of Nature crack'd with agony ! He , with delirious laugh , the dagger hurl'd , And burst the ties that ...
第 39 頁
... bosom of her God ! Oh ! lives there , Heaven , beneath thy dread One hopeless , dark idolater of Chance , [ expanse , Content to feed , with pleasures unrefined , The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind ; Who , mouldering earthward ...
... bosom of her God ! Oh ! lives there , Heaven , beneath thy dread One hopeless , dark idolater of Chance , [ expanse , Content to feed , with pleasures unrefined , The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind ; Who , mouldering earthward ...
第 43 頁
... the realms of Nature and of Time ! " And weep not thus , " he cried , " young El- lenore , My bosom bleeds , but soon shall bleed no more ! Short shall this half - extinguish'd spirit burn , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 43.
... the realms of Nature and of Time ! " And weep not thus , " he cried , " young El- lenore , My bosom bleeds , but soon shall bleed no more ! Short shall this half - extinguish'd spirit burn , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 43.
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第 98 頁 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...
第 115 頁 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
第 99 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 17 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 105 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 x 頁 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
第 3 頁 - Heav'n's aerial bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sun-bright summit mingles with the sky? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 3 Tis distance lends enchantment to the view And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
第 126 頁 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
第 99 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 94 頁 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watchfire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning ; no rider is there ; But its bridle is- red with the sign of despair. Weep Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave.