The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 頁 |
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第 94 頁
... breath , " ( That fires yon heav'n with storms of death , ) ' Shall light us to the foe : And we shall share , my Christian boy ! The foeman's blood , the avenger's joy ! XXXVI . ' But thee , my flow'r , whose breath was giv'n ' By ...
... breath , " ( That fires yon heav'n with storms of death , ) ' Shall light us to the foe : And we shall share , my Christian boy ! The foeman's blood , the avenger's joy ! XXXVI . ' But thee , my flow'r , whose breath was giv'n ' By ...
第 114 頁
... breath , And like reapers descend to the harvest of death . Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! But woe to his kindred , and woe to his cause , When Albin her claymore ...
... breath , And like reapers descend to the harvest of death . Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! But woe to his kindred , and woe to his cause , When Albin her claymore ...
第 120 頁
... breath'd across the land , 25 The soft sweet gale that fans yon summer bowers ; And there the sister Loves , a smiling band , Crown'd with the fragrant wreathes of rosy flowers ! " And go , ( she cries ) in yonder valleys rove , With ...
... breath'd across the land , 25 The soft sweet gale that fans yon summer bowers ; And there the sister Loves , a smiling band , Crown'd with the fragrant wreathes of rosy flowers ! " And go , ( she cries ) in yonder valleys rove , With ...
第 127 頁
... breathing from the tomb , Foretells my fate , and summons me to come ! Once more I see thy sheeted spectre stand , Roll the dim eye , and wave the paly hand ! 45 50 50 55 60 65 65 " Soon may this fluttering spark of vital flame Forsake 127.
... breathing from the tomb , Foretells my fate , and summons me to come ! Once more I see thy sheeted spectre stand , Roll the dim eye , and wave the paly hand ! 45 50 50 55 60 65 65 " Soon may this fluttering spark of vital flame Forsake 127.
第 136 頁
... breath'd upon this sacred ground , By all that Love hath whisper'd here , Or beauty heard with ravish'd ear , As Love's own altar honour me , Spare , Woodman , spare the beechen tree . HOHENLINDEN . ON Linden , when the sun was low The ...
... breath'd upon this sacred ground , By all that Love hath whisper'd here , Or beauty heard with ravish'd ear , As Love's own altar honour me , Spare , Woodman , spare the beechen tree . HOHENLINDEN . ON Linden , when the sun was low The ...
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afar ARGYLESHIRE arms bark battle battle of Pultowa beauty beneath bleeding blood bosom bow'r bower brave breath bright brow burst of Joy charm chief child clime cried Daingean dark dead dear death deep delight desolation dread dream Erin Erin go bragh ev'n fate father fire flag of England flower GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glenara green grief hand hath heard heart Heav'n Highland Highland band Hope hour Indian Irish isles Julius Cæsar kindred land life's light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd Loxian midnight morn mountain mourn native Nature's never night Note numbers O'Connor's o'er pale peace pow'r psaltery rapture rock rush'd sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm stormy tempests blow Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thou tomb trembling tribes Twas wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods wrath
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第 147 頁 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
第 153 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.
第 17 頁 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
第 113 頁 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
第 146 頁 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." 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. "Oh! 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 138 頁 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
第 143 頁 - By the festal cities' blaze, While 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 144 頁 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
第 146 頁 - ... 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 217 頁 - ... else, except the vision, as long as it continues ; and then they appear pensive or jovial, according to the object which was represented to them.