The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With an Original Biography, and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 479 páginas |
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... shore . " " Yes , " he said , " I tell you where I got it - I found it in a poem called ' The Sentimental Sailor , ' published about the time of Sterne's Sentimental Journey . ' " I have never been able to meet with this poem ...
... shore . " " Yes , " he said , " I tell you where I got it - I found it in a poem called ' The Sentimental Sailor , ' published about the time of Sterne's Sentimental Journey . ' " I have never been able to meet with this poem ...
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... And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away . Angel of life ! thy glittering wings explore Earth's loneliest bounds , and Ocean's wildest shore . Lo ! to the wintry winds the pilot yields His 36 CAMPBELL'S POEMS .
... And sweep the furrowed lines of anxious thought away . Angel of life ! thy glittering wings explore Earth's loneliest bounds , and Ocean's wildest shore . Lo ! to the wintry winds the pilot yields His 36 CAMPBELL'S POEMS .
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... shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shattered bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils ...
... shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shattered bark delay ; Thy heart is sad , thy home is far away . But HOPE can here her moonlight vigils ...
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... shore- In horrid climes , where Chiloe's tempests sweep Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deep , ' Twas his to mourn Misfortune's rudest shock , Scourged by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn and search ...
... shore- In horrid climes , where Chiloe's tempests sweep Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deep , ' Twas his to mourn Misfortune's rudest shock , Scourged by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn and search ...
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... shore , Watched the rude surge his shroudless corse that bore , Knew the pale form , and , shrieking in amaze , Clasped her cold hands , and fixed her maddening gaze : Poor widowed wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory ...
... shore , Watched the rude surge his shroudless corse that bore , Knew the pale form , and , shrieking in amaze , Clasped her cold hands , and fixed her maddening gaze : Poor widowed wretch ! ' twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory ...
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adieu arms battle battle of Sempach beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bless blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst of joy Campbell Campbell's charm child clime cried Culdee dear death deep delight doom dread dream earth England ev'n fair fame fate father's fire flower Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glencoe glow grief hallowed ground hand hath heard heart Heaven Highland Hohenlinden hour Hyænas Indian Innisfail isles knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look Love's Loxian mind morn mountain mourn 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 thee THEODRIC thine Thomas Campbell thou thought Twas wampum wandering waves weep Whilst wild winds
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Página 150 - 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 stormv winds do blow.
Página 151 - 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!
Página 150 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the 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.
Página 356 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Página 149 - While the battle rages loud and long. And the stormy tempests blow. 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...
Página 162 - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws...
Página 146 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine, While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line ; 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 flushed To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak...
Página 143 - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Página 147 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back...
Página 146 - OF Nelson and the North, Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand, In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.