The Poetical Works of Campbell, Goldsmith, and Gray: With Memoirs of the AuthorsT. Nelson and sons, 1870 - 445 Seiten |
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... host Of blood - stained Pharaoh left their trembling coast , Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heaved an ocean on their march below ? Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at. The Pleasures of Hope . 61.
... host Of blood - stained Pharaoh left their trembling coast , Then bade the deep in wild commotion flow , And heaved an ocean on their march below ? Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at. The Pleasures of Hope . 61.
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With Memoirs of the Authors Thomas Campbell. 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 ...
With Memoirs of the Authors Thomas Campbell. 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 ...
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... dead ? No ; the wild bliss of nature needs alloy , And 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 , O ...
... dead ? No ; the wild bliss of nature needs alloy , And 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 , O ...
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... dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep ; There , on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the prayer ...
... dead of night , by Lonna's steep , The seaman's cry was heard along the deep ; There , on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the prayer ...
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... dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heavenly source thy being goes , Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; Doomed on his airy path awhile to burn , And doomed , like thee , to travel and return ...
... dead ! Where is thy home , and whither art thou fled ? Back to its heavenly source thy being goes , Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose ; Doomed on his airy path awhile to burn , And doomed , like thee , to travel and return ...
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amidst Argyleshire arms battle beauty beneath bless blest bliss blood bloom bosom bower brave breast breath bright brother brow Campbell charms child clime cried Culdee dark dear death deep dreadful dream e'en Edinburgh England fair fame fate father fire flower GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glasgow Goldsmith grave grief hand hath heart Heaven honour Hope hour Indian Innisfail Julius Cæsar land life's light Lochiel lonely look Lord Loxian lyre Margaret of Anjou mind morn mourn Muse native Nature's never night numbers o'er ODIN OLIVER GOLDSMITH pale peace Pindar pleasure poem Poet pride rapture round scene scorn Scythia shade shipwrecked coast shore sigh sire smile song sorrow soul spirit star Stoops to Conquer storm sweet sword tears tempests thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling Twas wave weep wild youth
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Seite 288 - I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Seite 286 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn: Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Seite 383 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Seite 399 - He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time : The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Seite 382 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage. And froze the genial current of the soul.
Seite 284 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Seite 293 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 238 - 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.
Seite 290 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Seite 331 - And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique- began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around, from all the...