The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: In Two Volumes, Volume 2Henry Colburn, 1828 |
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... storm , In Erin's yellow vesture clad , A son of light a lovely form , - He comes and makes her glad ; Now on the grass - green turf he sits , His tassell'd horn beside him laid ; Now o'er the hills in chase he flits , The hunter and ...
... storm , In Erin's yellow vesture clad , A son of light a lovely form , - He comes and makes her glad ; Now on the grass - green turf he sits , His tassell'd horn beside him laid ; Now o'er the hills in chase he flits , The hunter and ...
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... Kilnagorvian clans ' Were marching to their doom : ' A sudden storm their plumage toss'd , ' A flash of lightning o'er them cross d , And all again was gloom ! VOL . II . C XVI . 6 Stranger ! I fled the home of O'CONNOR'S CHILD 17.
... Kilnagorvian clans ' Were marching to their doom : ' A sudden storm their plumage toss'd , ' A flash of lightning o'er them cross d , And all again was gloom ! VOL . II . C XVI . 6 Stranger ! I fled the home of O'CONNOR'S CHILD 17.
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... storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . HOHENLINDEN . ON Linden , when the sun was low 56 YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND .
... storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . HOHENLINDEN . ON Linden , when the sun was low 56 YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND .
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... storm grew loud арасе , The water - wraith was shrieking ; " And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking . a The evil spirit of the waters . But still as wilder blew the wind , And as F 2 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . 67.
... storm grew loud арасе , The water - wraith was shrieking ; " And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking . a The evil spirit of the waters . But still as wilder blew the wind , And as F 2 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER . 67.
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... . And still they row'd amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing : Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore . His wrath was changed to wailing.- For sore dismay'd , through storm and shade , His 68 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER .
... . And still they row'd amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing : Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore . His wrath was changed to wailing.- For sore dismay'd , through storm and shade , His 68 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER .
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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.