The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: In Two Volumes, Volume 2Henry Colburn, 1828 |
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... sorrow ! The night , to him , that had no morrow ! X. ' When all was hush'd , at even tide , I heard the baying of their beagle : h Ancient Fortification . 6 6 Be hush'd ! my Connocht Moran cried , O'CONNOR'S CHILD . 11.
... sorrow ! The night , to him , that had no morrow ! X. ' When all was hush'd , at even tide , I heard the baying of their beagle : h Ancient Fortification . 6 6 Be hush'd ! my Connocht Moran cried , O'CONNOR'S CHILD . 11.
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... sorrows of mine own intrude In strains to thy great memory due . In verse like thine , oh ! could he live , The friend I mourn'd the brave , the good - Edward that died at Waterloo ! b b Major Edward Hodge of the 7th Hussars , who fell ...
... sorrows of mine own intrude In strains to thy great memory due . In verse like thine , oh ! could he live , The friend I mourn'd the brave , the good - Edward that died at Waterloo ! b b Major Edward Hodge of the 7th Hussars , who fell ...
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... and worn ; And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away . LINES WRITTEN ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE . AT THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . 77.
... and worn ; And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay ; But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away . LINES WRITTEN ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE . AT THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . 77.
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... sorrows of the Moor , - What English heart was not on fire With him at Agincourt ? And yet a majesty possess'd His transport's most impetuous tone , And to each passion of his breast The Graces gave their zone . High were the task - too ...
... sorrows of the Moor , - What English heart was not on fire With him at Agincourt ? And yet a majesty possess'd His transport's most impetuous tone , And to each passion of his breast The Graces gave their zone . High were the task - too ...
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... sorrow of the public heart , Which like a shade hath darken'd ev'ry place , And moisten'd with a tear the manliest face ! The bell is scarcely hush'd in Windsor's piles , That toll'd a requiem from the solemn aisles , For her , the ...
... sorrow of the public heart , Which like a shade hath darken'd ev'ry place , And moisten'd with a tear the manliest face ! The bell is scarcely hush'd in Windsor's piles , That toll'd a requiem from the solemn aisles , For her , the ...
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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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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 ;
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.