The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With a Memoir of His Life and an Essay on His Genius and WritingsAppleton & Company, 1859 - 329 pages |
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Page ix
... dark oblivion , glows divinely there . " There is a kind of inexpressible pleasure in the very task of copying the Claude - like scenery and repose of lines so lovely . With Anderson's last imprimatur upon it , the poem was sent to ...
... dark oblivion , glows divinely there . " There is a kind of inexpressible pleasure in the very task of copying the Claude - like scenery and repose of lines so lovely . With Anderson's last imprimatur upon it , the poem was sent to ...
Page xxxviii
... darker moods of sen- timent . He preserves continually the line of demarca- tion between sentiment and passion . With the latter , in its turbulence - its selfish engrossment - the unvaried , but gorgeous coloring which it flings across ...
... darker moods of sen- timent . He preserves continually the line of demarca- tion between sentiment and passion . With the latter , in its turbulence - its selfish engrossment - the unvaried , but gorgeous coloring which it flings across ...
Page xlv
... Darkness , " which , in all but its dire literality and distinctness , is a dream of nightmare , where , murky as the gloom is , it is not dark enough to conceal the sneer of the central object — the poet himself - making mouths , which ...
... Darkness , " which , in all but its dire literality and distinctness , is a dream of nightmare , where , murky as the gloom is , it is not dark enough to conceal the sneer of the central object — the poet himself - making mouths , which ...
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... dark and dripping east , stands up the poet and sings a strain which ascends like " a steam of rich distilled perfumes , " which arrests and eternizes the brief beauty of the ap- parition , and which seems now the song of the earth's ...
... dark and dripping east , stands up the poet and sings a strain which ascends like " a steam of rich distilled perfumes , " which arrests and eternizes the brief beauty of the ap- parition , and which seems now the song of the earth's ...
Page xlviii
... dark eyes he has got ! " And better still when he mingled so familiar- ly with his constituents , walking arm in arm with them , and giving them ( trembling to the very toes ) the other and the other grasp of his warm right hand . What ...
... dark eyes he has got ! " And better still when he mingled so familiar- ly with his constituents , walking arm in arm with them , and giving them ( trembling to the very toes ) the other and the other grasp of his warm right hand . What ...
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Page 67 - 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.
Page 67 - 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 winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 82 - Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Page 69 - 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. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 68 - ... 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 her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed each horseman drew his battle-blade, and furious every charger neigh'd to join the dreadful revelry.
Page 65 - O'er the deadly space between. " Hearts of oak ! " our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun.
Page 66 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst 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 63 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path...
Page vii - Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below. Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 61 - Glenullin ! whose bride shall await, Like a love-lighted watchfire, all night at the gate. A steed comes at morning ; no rider is there ; But its bridle is- red with the sign of despair. Weep Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave, Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave.