The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell, Volumen1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 238 páginas |
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... slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossom'd vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 9.
... slender sail , His glassy lake , and broomwood - blossom'd vale , Rush on his thought ; he sweeps before the wind , Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And PLEASURES OF HOPE . 9.
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... leave behind , Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A ...
... leave behind , Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low , And think on all my love , and all my woe ? " So speaks affection , ere the infant eye Can look regard , or brighten in reply ; But when the cherub lip hath learnt to claim A ...
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... leave - oh ! leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been , Like angel - visits , few and far between , Her musing mood shall every pang appease , And charm when pleasures lose the power to please ...
... leave - oh ! leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been , Like angel - visits , few and far between , Her musing mood shall every pang appease , And charm when pleasures lose the power to please ...
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... leave , how might you the flamingo see Disporting like a meteor on the lakes- And playful squirrel on his nut - grown tree : And ev'ry sound of life was full of glee , From merry mock - bird's song , or hum of men ; While heark'ning ...
... leave , how might you the flamingo see Disporting like a meteor on the lakes- And playful squirrel on his nut - grown tree : And ev'ry sound of life was full of glee , From merry mock - bird's song , or hum of men ; While heark'ning ...
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... pace , Amid the brown leaves , could her ear alarm , Close he had come , and worshipp'd for a space Those downcast features : -she her lovely face VOL . I. I Uplift on one , whose lineaments and frame Were youth GERTRUDE OF WYOMING . 113.
... pace , Amid the brown leaves , could her ear alarm , Close he had come , and worshipp'd for a space Those downcast features : -she her lovely face VOL . I. I Uplift on one , whose lineaments and frame Were youth GERTRUDE OF WYOMING . 113.
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amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bark beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss blood bosom bowers Brandt breath bright Briton brow burst burst of Joy calumet charm cheek child clime CONSTANCE cried dear death deep delight doom'd Dorset Street dread dream dust earth enemies ev'n fair fate fire friendship GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's glaciers glow grief hand Hark hath heard heart Heaven HOPE hour Indian JULIA kindred knew land life's light living lonely look'd Loxian lyre MEDEA midnight mind mingled mountain murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE nursling o'er peace pensive pirogue pride rapture rocks sacred savannas scene seem'd shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soul spirit STANZA storm sublime sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought Travels trembling tribe triumph truth Twas UDOLPH vale wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods youth
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Página 180 - 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 181 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought 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.
Página 28 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot Tell— the Bruce of Bannockburn...
Página 101 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
Página 71 - Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee ! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewell, If Fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart ? Why does the brother of my childhood seem...
Página 63 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause...
Página 179 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Página 132 - With all his howling desolating band; — These eyes have seen their blade and burning pine Awake at once, and silence half your land. Red is the cup they drink ; but not with wine : Awake, and watch to-night, or see no morning shine ! XVII.
Página 8 - Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles ; Cold on his midnight watch, the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.
Página 26 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...