The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Poland &cCharles Wells, 1841 - Всего страниц: 309 |
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... waves he rides afar , Where Andes , giant of the western star , With meteor - standard to the winds unfurl'd , Looks from his throne of clouds o'er half the world ! Now far he sweeps , where scarce a summer smiles 20 CAMPBELL'S POETICAL ...
... waves he rides afar , Where Andes , giant of the western star , With meteor - standard to the winds unfurl'd , Looks from his throne of clouds o'er half the world ! Now far he sweeps , where scarce a summer smiles 20 CAMPBELL'S POETICAL ...
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... wave's tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark de lay ; Thy heart is sad ...
... wave's tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark de lay ; Thy heart is sad ...
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... wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heav'n ! ( thy winged words pro- claim ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers every star ! Wilt ...
... wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heav'n ! ( thy winged words pro- claim ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers every star ! Wilt ...
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... wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away , That when his eye grows dim , his tresses grey , These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build , And deck with fairer flowers his little field , And call from ...
... wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away , That when his eye grows dim , his tresses grey , These busy hands a lovelier cot shall build , And deck with fairer flowers his little field , And call from ...
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... wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tigers steal along , And the dread Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk ; There shall the flocks on ...
... wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tigers steal along , And the dread Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk ; There shall the flocks on ...
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adieu ANTISTROPHE Aodh arms battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blest blood bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow burst of Joy Campbell CAMPBELL CREST charms child clime cried Culdee dark dead dear death deep doom'd dream earth Elderslie ev'n fair fame fate fire flower gloom green grief hallow'd hand hath heart Heaven holy hour house Cameron Indian Innisfail Irish isles knew land Levantine sea life's light lips living Lochiel lonely look'd love's lover Loxian mind morn mountain muse native Nature's night Note o'er pale peace Poland poor pride psaltery rapture Reullura Roncevall sacred savage reigns scene scorn Scotland second sight seem'd shade shore sigh sight sire smile smiling band song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling Twas vision wampum waves weep wild wind
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Стр. 165 - 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.
Стр. 175 - 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.
Стр. 124 - 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.
Стр. 41 - The world was sad ! — the garden was a wild ! And man, the hermit, sigh'd — till woman smiled...
Стр. 166 - Linden, when the sun was low, all bloodless lay th' 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.
Стр. 31 - Closed her bright eye, and curbed her high career;— HOPE, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked — as Kosciusko fell ! The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there ; Tumultuous murder shook the midnight air — On Prague's proud arch...
Стр. 160 - 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.
Стр. 40 - IN joyous youth, what soul hath never known Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious to its own ? Who hath not paused while Beauty's pensive eye Ask'd from his heart the homage of a sigh ? Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name...
Стр. 49 - The strife is o'er — the pangs of nature close, And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes. Hark! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze, The noon of heaven undazzled by the blaze, On heavenly winds, that waft her...
Стр. 50 - From planet whirled to planet more remote, He visits realms beyond the reach of thought ; But, wheeling homeward, when his course is run, Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun...