The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: In Two Volumes, Том 2Henry Colburn, 1828 |
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... glory ; ' But woe to them that wrapt in blood The tissue of my story ! . Still as I clasp my burning brain , · A death - scene rushes on my sight ; ' It rises o'er and o'er again , ' The bloody feud — the fatal night , ' When chafing ...
... glory ; ' But woe to them that wrapt in blood The tissue of my story ! . Still as I clasp my burning brain , · A death - scene rushes on my sight ; ' It rises o'er and o'er again , ' The bloody feud — the fatal night , ' When chafing ...
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In Two Volumes Thomas Campbell. Glory ( they said ) and pow'r and honour ' Were in the mansion of O'Connor : ' But he , my lov'd one , bore in field " 6 ' A meaner crest upon his shield . VII . Ah , brothers ! what did it avail , ' That ...
In Two Volumes Thomas Campbell. Glory ( they said ) and pow'r and honour ' Were in the mansion of O'Connor : ' But he , my lov'd one , bore in field " 6 ' A meaner crest upon his shield . VII . Ah , brothers ! what did it avail , ' That ...
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... your walls , shall be ' The glory of O'Connor's blood ! ' Away ! away to Athunree ! kAthunree . the battle fought in 1314 , which decided the fate of Ireland . ' Where , downward when the sun shall fall , 16 O'CONNOR'S CHILD .
... your walls , shall be ' The glory of O'Connor's blood ! ' Away ! away to Athunree ! kAthunree . the battle fought in 1314 , which decided the fate of Ireland . ' Where , downward when the sun shall fall , 16 O'CONNOR'S CHILD .
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... glory to the souls Of the brave ! - a Captain Riou , justly entitled the gallant and the good , by Lord Nelson , when he wrote home his dispatches . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND , A NAVAL ODE . I. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC . 53.
... glory to the souls Of the brave ! - a Captain Riou , justly entitled the gallant and the good , by Lord Nelson , when he wrote home his dispatches . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND , A NAVAL ODE . I. BATTLE OF THE BALTIC . 53.
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... war - clouds , rolling dun , Where furious Frank , and fiery Hun , Shout in their sulph'rous canopy . The combat deepens . On , ye brave , Who rush to glory , or the grave ! Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And 58 HOHENLINDEN .
... war - clouds , rolling dun , Where furious Frank , and fiery Hun , Shout in their sulph'rous canopy . The combat deepens . On , ye brave , Who rush to glory , or the grave ! Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And 58 HOHENLINDEN .
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adieu Aodh ARGYLESHIRE arms battle beauty's beneath bleeding bless blest blood bloom bosom Bourgo bower brave breath bright brother charms chief child clime Connocht Moran's cried Culdee Culloden dark dead dear death deep Dorset Street dream earth Erin Erin go bragh Ev'n fair fame fate fire flower Gael Glenara gloom glory green grief hallow'd hand harp hath heart HEARTS of oak Heaven Highland hour hush'd Innisfail Ireland Irish isle lady life's light Lochiel lonely look'd LOVE LIES BLEEDING Love's lover mansion memory mourn Nature's night O'Connor's o'er pale peace poor dog Tray Prince psaltery rapture Reullura Ritter Bann scene scorn Scotland second sight shade shore sigh sight sires smiled SONG soul spirit Stamp'd star storm stormy tempests blow sweet sword tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou tomb Twas VERSE vision wave weep wild wrath
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Стр. 56 - 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. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow; When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the...
Стр. 84 - O'er mountain, tower, and town. Or, mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the. eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Стр. 82 - 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.
Стр. 54 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 51 - O'er the deadly space between: "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. 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.
Стр. 66 - 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 ;
Стр. 68 - 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. " 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.
Стр. 64 - Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me ? Never again, shall my brothers embrace me?
Стр. 35 - Lo ! the death-shot of foemen out-speeding, he rode 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. O crested Lochiel! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is...
Стр. 37 - Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell ! Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accursed be the fagots that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCHIEL.