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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... fall in with the first edition of the " Pleasures of Hope , " but learn from the magazines of the day , that several smaller poems , " The Wounded Hussar , " " The Harper , " & c . , were appended to it . The price of the volume was six ...
... fall in with the first edition of the " Pleasures of Hope , " but learn from the magazines of the day , that several smaller poems , " The Wounded Hussar , " " The Harper , " & c . , were appended to it . The price of the volume was six ...
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... falls abroad , through its own divine in- stinct , in lines of waving beauty ; their flashing eye en- riches the day ; their wild , uncontrollable step , " brings from the dust the sound of liberty . " But if Campbell be too measured ...
... falls abroad , through its own divine in- stinct , in lines of waving beauty ; their flashing eye en- riches the day ; their wild , uncontrollable step , " brings from the dust the sound of liberty . " But if Campbell be too measured ...
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... fall to the ground ; to refine away their robust emotions into shadow ; and to cover from their eyes the real calamities of existence by a veil of dream . Campbell is par excellence the poet of the fair sex . There are no works which ...
... fall to the ground ; to refine away their robust emotions into shadow ; and to cover from their eyes the real calamities of existence by a veil of dream . Campbell is par excellence the poet of the fair sex . There are no works which ...
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... fall of Pope and the rise of Wordsworth . In Westminster Abbey now lie entombed , not only the remains of a fine though frail spirit , but of one beautiful age of English poetry Peace , but not oblivion , to their united manes ...
... fall of Pope and the rise of Wordsworth . In Westminster Abbey now lie entombed , not only the remains of a fine though frail spirit , but of one beautiful age of English poetry Peace , but not oblivion , to their united manes ...
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... Falls of the Clyde ........ Lines suggested by the Statue of Arnold von Winkelried ... 265 Song on our Queen ..................... .. Lines on my New Child - sweetheart ...... ............ . 266 .......... 267 To the United States of ...
... Falls of the Clyde ........ Lines suggested by the Statue of Arnold von Winkelried ... 265 Song on our Queen ..................... .. Lines on my New Child - sweetheart ...... ............ . 266 .......... 267 To the United States of ...
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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.