The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: Including Theodric ; and Many Other Pieces Not Contained in Any Former EditionJ. Crissy, and J. Grigg, 1830 - 38 páginas |
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... death of the Princess Charlotte , 1817 Lines on receiving a Seal , with the Campbell crest , from K. M- before her marriage Stanzas to the memory of the Spanish patriots latest killed in resisting the Regency and the Duke of Angouleme ...
... death of the Princess Charlotte , 1817 Lines on receiving a Seal , with the Campbell crest , from K. M- before her marriage Stanzas to the memory of the Spanish patriots latest killed in resisting the Regency and the Duke of Angouleme ...
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... death , and every wo , Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared his arm , and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banished from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav ...
... death , and every wo , Shot from malignant stars to earth below ; When Murder bared his arm , and rampant War Yoked the red dragons of her iron car ; When Peace and Mercy , banished from the plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav ...
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... Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , And hears thy stormy ...
... Death's devoted soil , The march - worn soldier mingles for the toil ; As rings his glittering tube , he lifts on high The dauntless brow , and spirit - speaking eye , Hails in his heart the triumph yet to come , And hears thy stormy ...
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... death , —the watchword and reply ; Then pealed the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm ! — In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew : - Oh ! bloodiest ...
... death , —the watchword and reply ; Then pealed the notes , omnipotent to charm , And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm ! — In vain , alas ! in vain , ye gallant few ! From rank to rank your volleyed thunder flew : - Oh ! bloodiest ...
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... death - a passion but despair ? The widowed Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to ...
... death - a passion but despair ? The widowed Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile , and braves the funeral fires ! So falls the heart at Thraldom's bitter sigh ! So Virtue dies , the spouse of Liberty ! But not to ...
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adieu amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blest blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst burst of Joy charms chief child clime cried Culdees Daingean dark dear death deep despair doom dread dream earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate fire Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING glow grief hand hath heard heart Heaven Hope hour Indian Innisfail Irish isles kindred knew land life's light living Lochiel lonely look Love's Loxian midnight mind morn mountain mourn murmur Nature's night numbers o'er pale peace pride proud psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight Sir John Johnson sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm sweet sword tears tempests thee Theodric thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought trembling triumph Twas Udolph wampum wave weep wild winds woods wrath
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Página 104 - 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.
Página 24 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry and he gave him not meat: if ever he came cold and naked and he clothed him not. 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.
Página 107 - 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 shattered sail, Or, in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
Página 103 - 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 tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow...
Página 106 - 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.
Página 103 - 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.
Página 146 - 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.
Página 104 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 87 - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer ! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight This mantle, to cover the phantoms of fright. Wizard. Ha ! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ! Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home, in the dark-rolling clouds of the north...
Página 102 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight. When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light, The darkness of the scenery.