The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 pages |
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... dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , 405 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 ...
... dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , 405 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 ...
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... 10 15 Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed , The waveless calm , the slumber of the dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And ear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! 20 And say , without our hopes , without our fears.
... 10 15 Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed , The waveless calm , the slumber of the dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And ear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! 20 And say , without our hopes , without our fears.
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... dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seamen's cry was beard along the deep ; There on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r ...
... dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seamen's cry was beard along the deep ; There on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r ...
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... dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heav'nly source thy being goes , Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; Doom'd on his airy path awhile to burn , And doom'd , like thee , to travel , and return ...
... dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heav'nly source thy being goes , Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; Doom'd on his airy path awhile to burn , And doom'd , like thee , to travel , and return ...
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... dead they deem him first : To speak he tries ; but quivering , pale , and parch'd From lips , as by some pow'rless dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer'd ...
... dead they deem him first : To speak he tries ; but quivering , pale , and parch'd From lips , as by some pow'rless dream accurs'd , Emotions unintelligible burst ; And long his filmed eye is red and dim ; At length the pity - proffer'd ...
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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.