The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell, Band 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 238 Seiten |
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... clime , A home to rest , a shelter to defend , Peace and repose , a Briton and a friend ! b Congenial HOPE ! thy passion - kindling power , How bright , how strong , in youth's untroubled hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in ...
... clime , A home to rest , a shelter to defend , Peace and repose , a Briton and a friend ! b Congenial HOPE ! thy passion - kindling power , How bright , how strong , in youth's untroubled hour ! On yon proud height , with Genius hand in ...
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... clime , Slow pass the sons of Wisdom , more sublime ; Calm as the fields of Heav'n his sapient eye The loved Athenian lifts to realms on high , Admiring Plato , on his spotless page , Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage ...
... clime , Slow pass the sons of Wisdom , more sublime ; Calm as the fields of Heav'n his sapient eye The loved Athenian lifts to realms on high , Admiring Plato , on his spotless page , Stamps the bright dictates of the Father sage ...
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... clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore , Trace every wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tigers steal along , And the dread Indian chaunts a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands ...
... clime to clime ; Thy handmaid arts shall every wild explore , Trace every wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tigers steal along , And the dread Indian chaunts a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands ...
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... with joy their own propitious clime ! — Come , Heavenly Powers ! primeval peace restore ! Love ! -Mercy ! -Wisdom ! -rule for evermore ! " END OF THE FIRST PART . THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . PART II . ANALYSIS OF PLEASURES OF HOPE . 39.
... with joy their own propitious clime ! — Come , Heavenly Powers ! primeval peace restore ! Love ! -Mercy ! -Wisdom ! -rule for evermore ! " END OF THE FIRST PART . THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . PART II . ANALYSIS OF PLEASURES OF HOPE . 39.
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... clime to clime descend , from age to age ! Yet there , perhaps , may darker scenes obtrude Than Fancy fashions in her wildest mood ; There shall he pause with horrent brow , to rate What millions died that Cæsar might be great ! Or ...
... clime to clime descend , from age to age ! Yet there , perhaps , may darker scenes obtrude Than Fancy fashions in her wildest mood ; There shall he pause with horrent brow , to rate What millions died that Cæsar might be great ! Or ...
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amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bark beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss blood bosom bowers Brandt breath bright Briton brow burst burst of Joy calumet charm cheek child clime CONSTANCE cried dear death deep delight doom'd Dorset Street dread dream dust earth enemies ev'n fair fate fire friendship GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's glaciers glow grief hand Hark hath heard heart Heaven HOPE hour Indian JULIA kindred knew land life's light living lonely look'd Loxian lyre MEDEA midnight mind mingled mountain murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE nursling o'er peace pensive pirogue pride rapture rocks sacred savannas scene seem'd shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soul spirit STANZA storm sublime sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought Travels trembling tribe triumph truth Twas UDOLPH vale wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods youth
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Seite 180 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Seite 181 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance: for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Seite 28 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man, 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 ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot Tell— the Bruce of Bannockburn...
Seite 101 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
Seite 71 - Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee ! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewell, If Fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart ? Why does the brother of my childhood seem...
Seite 63 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause...
Seite 179 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Seite 132 - With all his howling desolating band; — These eyes have seen their blade and burning pine Awake at once, and silence half your land. Red is the cup they drink ; but not with wine : Awake, and watch to-night, or see no morning shine ! XVII.
Seite 8 - Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles ; Cold on his midnight watch, the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.
Seite 26 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...