The Pleasures of Hope: With Other Poemsauthor, 1803 - Počet stran: 131 |
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Strana 29
... that slumber'd till the host Of blood - stain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coast , Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heav'd an ocean on their march below ? Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at 29.
... that slumber'd till the host Of blood - stain'd Pharaoh left their trembling coast , Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heav'd an ocean on their march below ? Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at 29.
Strana 30
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Departed 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 ...
With Other Poems Thomas Campbell. Departed 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 ...
Strana 50
... dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say , without our hopes , without our fears , Without the home that plighted love endears , Without the smile from partial beauty won , O ! 50.
... dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say , without our hopes , without our fears , Without the home that plighted love endears , Without the smile from partial beauty won , O ! 50.
Strana 59
... guns , their foundering bark to save , And toil❜d — and shriek'd — and perish'd on the wave ! Yes , at the dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep ; There , on his funeral waters , dark and wild 59.
... guns , their foundering bark to save , And toil❜d — and shriek'd — and perish'd on the wave ! Yes , at the dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep ; There , on his funeral waters , dark and wild 59.
Strana 68
... hush'd his waves , and midnight still Watch'd on the holy tow'rs of Zion hill ! Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heav'nly source thy being goes , Swift 68.
... hush'd his waves , and midnight still Watch'd on the holy tow'rs of Zion hill ! Soul of the just ! companion of the dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heav'nly source thy being goes , Swift 68.
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adamantine afar Arion Avatar bark barren beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss BOLT COURT bosom bower bright bright eye Briton charm charm'd child clime Culloden dark dead deep delight doom'd dread dream dust dust return earth Erin Erin-go-bragh eternal faggots Fancy fate fiery fire FLEET STREET flow'r friendless Genius hand Hark heart Heav'n Heav'n's command heav'nly hills Hindoo hour Indian isles life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre mercy midnight mingles morn murmurs Muse Nature Nature's never night Note numbers o'er ocean pang Peace pensive pictur'd Plato PLEASURES OF HOPE pow'r proud rapture rocks sacred sapient seraph shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soothe sorrow soul spirit star storm sublime sweep sweet sword tears thee thine thunder trembling triumph Truth vale wander watch wave weep wild wild wave winds wing WIZARD wretch yonder
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Strana 108 - I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.
Strana 109 - 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 100 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, — A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived , shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh ! Erin, my country!
Strana 30 - Departed 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 her arm puissant as your own! Oh! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot TELL — the BRUCE OF BANNOCKBURN!
Strana 108 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee, to blast and to burn ! Return to thy dwelling, all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Strana 107 - Companionless bearing destruction abroad ; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high ! Ah, home let him speed, — for the spoiler is nigh ! Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast ? 'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel, the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements...
Strana 93 - 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 114 - 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.
Strana 72 - What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain! I smile on death, if Heavenward HOPE remain! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power...
Strana 29 - Heaven; ere Freedom found a grave, Why slept the sword omnipotent to save? Where was thine arm, O Vengeance!