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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... green willow tree Is so short as the smile of thy favor to me . " In the pulse of my heart I have nourish'd a care That forbids me thy sweet inspiration to share ; The noon of my youth slow departing I see ; But its years as they pass ...
... green willow tree Is so short as the smile of thy favor to me . " In the pulse of my heart I have nourish'd a care That forbids me thy sweet inspiration to share ; The noon of my youth slow departing I see ; But its years as they pass ...
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... green ; the students were drawn up in parties , pelting one another , the poet ran into the ranks , threw several snowballs with unerring aim , then summoning the scholars around him in the hall , delivered a speech LIFE OF CAMPBELL XXIII.
... green ; the students were drawn up in parties , pelting one another , the poet ran into the ranks , threw several snowballs with unerring aim , then summoning the scholars around him in the hall , delivered a speech LIFE OF CAMPBELL XXIII.
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... Green Albyn , & c . Oh , earthly pleasure , what art thou in sooth ? The torrent's smoothness , ere it dash below . That fled composure's intellectual ray , As Etna's fires grow dim before the rising day . And the exquisite words of ...
... Green Albyn , & c . Oh , earthly pleasure , what art thou in sooth ? The torrent's smoothness , ere it dash below . That fled composure's intellectual ray , As Etna's fires grow dim before the rising day . And the exquisite words of ...
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... green , glad , and glittering earth , and between the father Sun , and the fairest of his daughters , spanning the dark and dripping east , stands up the poet and sings a strain which ascends like " a steam of rich distilled perfumes ...
... green , glad , and glittering earth , and between the father Sun , and the fairest of his daughters , spanning the dark and dripping east , stands up the poet and sings a strain which ascends like " a steam of rich distilled perfumes ...
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... green , Leans o'er its humble gate , and thinks the while- Oh ! that for me some home like this would smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form Health in the breeze , and shelter in the storm ! There should my hand no stinted ...
... green , Leans o'er its humble gate , and thinks the while- Oh ! that for me some home like this would smile , Some hamlet shade , to yield my sickly form Health in the breeze , and shelter in the storm ! There should my hand no stinted ...
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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.