The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell, Band 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 238 Seiten |
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... fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say , without our hopes , without our fears , Without the home that plighted love endears , Without the smile from partial beauty won , Oh ! what were man ? -- a world without a sun . Till Hymen ...
... fear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! And say , without our hopes , without our fears , Without the home that plighted love endears , Without the smile from partial beauty won , Oh ! what were man ? -- a world without a sun . Till Hymen ...
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... harbinger delight to pour Her blissful visions on thy pensive hour , No tear to blot thy memory's pictured page , No fears but such as fancy can assuage : Though thy wild heart some hapless hour may miss The 48 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... harbinger delight to pour Her blissful visions on thy pensive hour , No tear to blot thy memory's pictured page , No fears but such as fancy can assuage : Though thy wild heart some hapless hour may miss The 48 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... fear- A stoic of the woods - a man without a tear . XXIV . Yet deem not goodness on the savage stock Of Outalissi's heart disdain'd to grow ; As lives the oak unwither'd on the rock By storms above , and barrenness below : * Calumet of ...
... fear- A stoic of the woods - a man without a tear . XXIV . Yet deem not goodness on the savage stock Of Outalissi's heart disdain'd to grow ; As lives the oak unwither'd on the rock By storms above , and barrenness below : * Calumet of ...
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... that volume on her lap is thrown , Which every heart of human mould endears ; With Shakspeare's self she speaks and smiles alone , And no intruding visitation fears , To shame the unconscious 112 GERTRUDE OF WYOMING .
... that volume on her lap is thrown , Which every heart of human mould endears ; With Shakspeare's self she speaks and smiles alone , And no intruding visitation fears , To shame the unconscious 112 GERTRUDE OF WYOMING .
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Thomas Campbell. And no intruding visitation fears , To shame the unconscious laugh , or stop her sweetest tears . XII . And nought within the grove was heard or seen But stock - doves plaining through its gloom pro- found , Or winglet ...
Thomas Campbell. And no intruding visitation fears , To shame the unconscious laugh , or stop her sweetest tears . XII . And nought within the grove was heard or seen But stock - doves plaining through its gloom pro- found , Or winglet ...
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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...