The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Theodric and Many Other Pieces Not Contained in Any Former EditionS. & D. A. Forbes, 1830 - 221 pages |
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... bound to earth's diurnal span The fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? " " Turn , Child of Heaven , thy rapture - lightened eye To Wisdom's walk , -the sacred Nine are nigh : Hark ! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height ...
... bound to earth's diurnal span The fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? " " Turn , Child of Heaven , thy rapture - lightened eye To Wisdom's walk , -the sacred Nine are nigh : Hark ! from bright spires that gild the Delphian height ...
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... bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the seawind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for ever more To curse the sun that lights their guilty shore . The shrill horn blew ! ( k ) at that alarum knell His ...
... bound , he weeps the night away , And , when the seawind wafts the dewless day , Starts , with a bursting heart , for ever more To curse the sun that lights their guilty shore . The shrill horn blew ! ( k ) at that alarum knell His ...
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... bound , Heaven , earth , and ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tower dimly burns— And down the vale his sober step returns ; But pauses oft as winding rocks convey The still sweet fall of Music far away ! And oft ...
... bound , Heaven , earth , and ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tower dimly burns— And down the vale his sober step returns ; But pauses oft as winding rocks convey The still sweet fall of Music far away ! And oft ...
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... bound him to the world ! Turn from his dying words , that smite with steel The shuddering thoughts , or wind them on the wheel- Turn to the gentler melodies that suit Thalia's harp , or Pan's Arcadian lute ; Or , down the stream of ...
... bound him to the world ! Turn from his dying words , that smite with steel The shuddering thoughts , or wind them on the wheel- Turn to the gentler melodies that suit Thalia's harp , or Pan's Arcadian lute ; Or , down the stream of ...
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... bound the arm that helped to light A boy , who seemed , as he beside him went , Of Christian vesture , and complexion bright , Led by his dusky guide like morning brought by night . XIV . Yet pensive seemed the boy for one so young ...
... bound the arm that helped to light A boy , who seemed , as he beside him went , Of Christian vesture , and complexion bright , Led by his dusky guide like morning brought by night . XIV . Yet pensive seemed the boy for one so young ...
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adieu amidst Aodh arms battle battle of Pultowa beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blest blood bosom bower brave breast breath bright brow burst Campbell Crest charms chief child clime cried Culdees Daingean death deep dream Duke of Angouleme earth enemies England ev'n eyes fair fame fate fire Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gloom glow grief hand hath heard heart Heaven Hope hour Indians Innisfail Irish isles Julia kindred knew land Levantine sea life's light living Lochiel lonely looked love's Loxian memory mind Mohawk nation mountain mourn Nature's night Note o'er pale peace pride psaltery rapture Reullura sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm sweet sword tears tell thee Theodric thine thou thought tree trembling tribe Twas Udolph wampum waves weep wild wind woods
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Page 104 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. 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. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay...
Page 93 - 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 80 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold, where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight: Rise, rise!
Page 98 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; And yet amidst that joy and uproar Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore. Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Page 80 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Page 14 - During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 93 - 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 ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Page 55 - LOVE ! in such a wilderness as this, Where transport and security entwine, Here is the empire of thy perfect bliss, And here thou art a god indeed divine. Here shall no forms abridge, no hours confine, The views, the walks, that boundless joy inspire ! Roll on, ye days of raptured influence, shine ! Nor, blind with ecstasy's celestial fire, Shall love behold the spark of earth-born time expire.
Page 96 - 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.