The Poetical Works of Thomas CampbellLeavitt, Trow & Company, 1849 - Počet stran: 343 |
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... tear ! And clasps , with many a sigh , his children dear ! While , long neglected , but at length caress'd , His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest , Points to the master's eyes ( where'er they roam ) His wistful face , and whines a ...
... tear ! And clasps , with many a sigh , his children dear ! While , long neglected , but at length caress'd , His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest , Points to the master's eyes ( where'er they roam ) His wistful face , and whines a ...
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... tears are lovelier than her smile ; - On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief , And teach impassion'd souls the joy of grief ? 66 Yes ; to thy tongue shall seraph words be given , And power on earth to plead the cause of Heaven 6 ...
... tears are lovelier than her smile ; - On Nature's throbbing anguish pour relief , And teach impassion'd souls the joy of grief ? 66 Yes ; to thy tongue shall seraph words be given , And power on earth to plead the cause of Heaven 6 ...
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... tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on thy hand reclined , Muse on the last farewell I leave ... tear of pity , or a smile of love , Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care , Or lisps with holy look his evening ...
... tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on thy hand reclined , Muse on the last farewell I leave ... tear of pity , or a smile of love , Or cons his murmuring task beneath her care , Or lisps with holy look his evening ...
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Thomas Campbell. How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while , At every artless tear , and every smile ; How glows the ... tears of rapture flow , And virtue triumphs o'er remember'd woe . Chide not his peace , proud Reason ! nor destroy ...
Thomas Campbell. How fondly looks admiring HOPE the while , At every artless tear , and every smile ; How glows the ... tears of rapture flow , And virtue triumphs o'er remember'd woe . Chide not his peace , proud Reason ! nor destroy ...
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... spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And make 12 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And make 12 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding blood bosom bower brave breast breath bright Britons brow burst burst of Joy charm child clime cried Culdee dark dead dear death deep doom'd dream dust earth EDWARD MOXON England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate fire flower Freedom's Gertrude grief hallow'd hand hath heart Heaven HOPE hour Hyænas Indian infanticide Innisfail isles kindred land life's light living Lochiel lonely look'd Love's Loxian lyre mind morn mountain Muse Nature's ne'er night o'er pale peace Poland pride proud psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn Scotland seem'd shade shore sigh sight SIR FRANCIS BURDETT sire smile song soul spirit stamp'd star storm sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC thine thou thought tomb trembling Twas wampum waves weep wild winds wing woods youth
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Strana 68 - 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...
Strana 80 - 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.
Strana 65 - Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day ! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal ! "Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Strana 74 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." — The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Strana 67 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back;— Their shots along the deep slowly boom:— Then ceased— and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Strana 74 - 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?
Strana 75 - I'll forgive your Highland chief. My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter...
Strana 66 - It was ten of April morn by the chime, As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death ; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between.
Strana 81 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
Strana 79 - The Soldier's Dream. OUR bugles sang truce ; for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered — The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.