The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With a Memoir of His Life and an Essay on His Genius and WritingsAppleton & Company, 1859 - 329 頁 |
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第 xxxix 頁
... Indians bursting across the stage , it does , to some extent , relieve that tedium and common - place , through which too often " glides the calm current of domestic joy . " It is not , however , on the whole , an artistically finished ...
... Indians bursting across the stage , it does , to some extent , relieve that tedium and common - place , through which too often " glides the calm current of domestic joy . " It is not , however , on the whole , an artistically finished ...
第 xl 頁
... Indian , and yet he says , " Unheard their clock repeats its hours . " ) Nevertheless , the poem contains some of Campbell's finest things - brief and sudden escapes of his richest vein . What can be finer than such lines as the ...
... Indian , and yet he says , " Unheard their clock repeats its hours . " ) Nevertheless , the poem contains some of Campbell's finest things - brief and sudden escapes of his richest vein . What can be finer than such lines as the ...
第 2 頁
... India - prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the expected descent of the Deity to redress the miseries of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of justice and mercy THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . Ar summer eve , when.
... India - prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the expected descent of the Deity to redress the miseries of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of justice and mercy THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . Ar summer eve , when.
第 2 頁
... India - prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the ex- pected descent of the Deity to redress the miseries of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of justice and mercy THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . AT summer eve , when.
... India - prophecy in the Hindoo mythology of the ex- pected descent of the Deity to redress the miseries of their race , and to take vengeance on the violators of justice and mercy THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . AT summer eve , when.
第 11 頁
... Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk , There shall the flocks on thymy pasture stray , And shepherds dance at Summer's opening day . Each wandering genius ...
... Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk , There shall the flocks on thymy pasture stray , And shepherds dance at Summer's opening day . Each wandering genius ...
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adieu Argyleshire arms battle battle of Sempach beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst of joy Campbell CAMPBELL CREST Campbell's charm child clime cried Culdee dark dear death deep delight dread dream DUKE OF ANGOULEME earth England ev'n fair fame fate father fire flower genius Gertrude Glencoe grief hand hath heard heart Heaven Highland Hohenlinden hour Indian Innisfail isles land life's light lips living Lochiel lonely look'd Love's Loxian mind morn mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale peace Pleasures of Hope poem poet Poland pride rapture sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight Sir Walter Scott sire smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears tell thee THEODRIC thine Thomas Campbell thou thought Twas wampum waves weep Whilst wild winds
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第 67 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 67 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; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
第 82 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 69 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 68 頁 - ... 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. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed each horseman drew his battle-blade, and furious every charger neigh'd to join the dreadful revelry.
第 65 頁 - O'er the deadly space between. " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun.
第 66 頁 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light ; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore.
第 63 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...
第 vii 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 61 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.