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 xvi 頁
... death , a pe- riod of nearly eight and thirty years . 66 He now took up his residence in the small ham- let of Sydenham . Here he compiled his “ Annals of Great Britain , from the Accession of George III . to the Peace of Amiens ...
... death , a pe- riod of nearly eight and thirty years . 66 He now took up his residence in the small ham- let of Sydenham . Here he compiled his “ Annals of Great Britain , from the Accession of George III . to the Peace of Amiens ...
第 xxv 頁
... death , Mr. Dyce has ad- dressed a letter to the editor of the Literary Gazette , disclaiming any partnership in the composition of what he calls " that unfortunate book . " There was a rumor very rife , when the book appeared , that Mr ...
... death , Mr. Dyce has ad- dressed a letter to the editor of the Literary Gazette , disclaiming any partnership in the composition of what he calls " that unfortunate book . " There was a rumor very rife , when the book appeared , that Mr ...
第 xxvii 頁
... letter is dated the 18th , three days after Campbell's death . After ten years of possessing his soul in peace - he might have waited a little longer . ance ; ) and " Frederick the Great and his 2 LIFE OF CAMPBELL . xxvii.
... letter is dated the 18th , three days after Campbell's death . After ten years of possessing his soul in peace - he might have waited a little longer . ance ; ) and " Frederick the Great and his 2 LIFE OF CAMPBELL . xxvii.
第 xxxii 頁
... 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 Heav'n from the death - bed of fame . " A noble passage nobly conceived ; but hear how it runs as ...
... 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 Heav'n from the death - bed of fame . " A noble passage nobly conceived ; but hear how it runs as ...
第 xl 頁
... death - song , by the way , of a clock that had found out the perpetual motion ; for sure- ly more than eight days had elapsed from the departure of the happy pair to the last song of the Indian , and yet he says , " Unheard their clock ...
... death - song , by the way , of a clock that had found out the perpetual motion ; for sure- ly more than eight days had elapsed from the departure of the happy pair to the last song of the Indian , and yet he says , " Unheard their clock ...
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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.