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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... Morning Chronicle . He was then a poor literary adventurer , unfitted with an aim . Perry was so much pleased with him that he offered him a situation on his paper , which Campbell thank- fully accepted . But what could Campbell do ? he ...
... Morning Chronicle . He was then a poor literary adventurer , unfitted with an aim . Perry was so much pleased with him that he offered him a situation on his paper , which Campbell thank- fully accepted . But what could Campbell do ? he ...
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... Morning Chronicle , who asked me how our poets ' club was going on . I said , ' I don't know - we have some difficulty in giving it a name ; we thought of calling ourselves The Bees . ' ' Ah , ' said Perry , ' that's a little different ...
... Morning Chronicle , who asked me how our poets ' club was going on . I said , ' I don't know - we have some difficulty in giving it a name ; we thought of calling ourselves The Bees . ' ' Ah , ' said Perry , ' that's a little different ...
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... morning face " of a schoolboy . But why we quarrel with Campbell is , that this precipitate shine of fame upon his young head has dazzled his eyes , has satisfied his ambition , chilled his love of his art , and excited the suspicion ...
... morning face " of a schoolboy . But why we quarrel with Campbell is , that this precipitate shine of fame upon his young head has dazzled his eyes , has satisfied his ambition , chilled his love of his art , and excited the suspicion ...
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... morning face " of a school- boy . But why we quarrel with Campbell in , that this precipitate shine of fame upon his young head has daz- zled his eyes , has satisfied his ambition , chilled his love of his art , and excited the ...
... morning face " of a school- boy . But why we quarrel with Campbell in , that this precipitate shine of fame upon his young head has daz- zled his eyes , has satisfied his ambition , chilled his love of his art , and excited the ...
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... morning brought by night . Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . " Nor far some Andalusian saraband Would sound to many a native roundelay ; But who is he that yet a dearer land Remembers , over hills and far away ...
... morning brought by night . Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone . " Nor far some Andalusian saraband Would sound to many a native roundelay ; But who is he that yet a dearer land Remembers , over hills and far away ...
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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.