The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 pages |
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... sword on high , And swear for her to live ! -with her to die ! He said , and on the rampart - heights array'd His trusty warriors , few , but undismay'd ; Firm - pac❜d and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as the breeze , but ...
... sword on high , And swear for her to live ! -with her to die ! He said , and on the rampart - heights array'd His trusty warriors , few , but undismay'd ; Firm - pac❜d and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as the breeze , but ...
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... sword , omnipotent to save ? Where was thine arm , O Vengeance ! where thy rod , 395 That smote the foes of Zion and ... swords to man , 405 Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And ...
... sword , omnipotent to save ? Where was thine arm , O Vengeance ! where thy rod , 395 That smote the foes of Zion and ... swords to man , 405 Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone , And ...
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... sword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! Wrapt in historic ardour , who adore Each classic haunt , and well - remember'd shore , Where Valour tun'd , amid her chosen throng , The Thracian trumpet and the Spartan song ; Or , wand'ring ...
... sword of Brutus , and the Theban lyre ! Wrapt in historic ardour , who adore Each classic haunt , and well - remember'd shore , Where Valour tun'd , amid her chosen throng , The Thracian trumpet and the Spartan song ; Or , wand'ring ...
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... sword , his bright arms glow Like summer suns , and light the world below ! Earth , and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed Are shook , and Nature rocks beneath his tread ! " To pour redress on India's injur'd realm , The oppressor to ...
... sword , his bright arms glow Like summer suns , and light the world below ! Earth , and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed Are shook , and Nature rocks beneath his tread ! " To pour redress on India's injur'd realm , The oppressor to ...
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... sword ! 160 Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The strings of nature crack'd with agony ! He , with delirious laugh , the dagger hurl'd , And burst the ties that bound him to the world ! Turn from his dying words , that ...
... sword ! 160 Nor sought in vain ! at that heart - piercing cry The strings of nature crack'd with agony ! He , with delirious laugh , the dagger hurl'd , And burst the ties that bound him to the world ! Turn from his dying words , that ...
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Page 147 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Page 153 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Page 17 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
Page 113 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Page 146 - 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. "Oh! 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 138 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Page 143 - By the festal cities' blaze, While 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!
Page 144 - 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 146 - ... 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 217 - ... else, except the vision, as long as it continues ; and then they appear pensive or jovial, according to the object which was represented to them.