The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell

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Edward Moxon, 1837 - 306 páginas
Patrick's friends create an increasingly larger and more fearful monster in their minds before they see what he really has found.

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Página 86 - drum beat, at dead of night. Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd. Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd. To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven. Then
Página 301 - have fought for it. I have killed many. I have fully glutted my vengeance.—For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace ;—but do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.—Who is there to mourn for Logan ? not one
Página 84 - bulwarks, No towers along the steep ; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, 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. IT. The meteor flag of England
Página 101 - 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 ago That first spoke peace to man.
Página 78 - 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,
Página 13 - thunder flew :— Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe ! Dropp' d from her nerveless grasp the shatter'd spear, Closed her bright eye, and
Página 78 - where is the iron-bound prisoner ? Where ? For the red eye of battle is shut in despair. Say, mounts he the ocean-wave, banish'd, forlorn. Like a limb from his country cast bleeding and torn I Ah no ! for a darker departure is near; The war-drum is muffled, and black is the bier; His death-bell is tolling
Página 91 - This dark and stormy water {" " O, 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
Página 301 - peace ;—but do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.—Who is there to mourn for Logan ? not one
Página 82 - 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 !— * Captain Riou, justly entitled the gallant and the good, by

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