The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 Seiten |
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... sweet than all the landscape smiling near ? - ' Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , And robes the mountain in its azure hue . 4 Thus , with delight , we linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's unnieasur'd way ; 10 Thus ...
... sweet than all the landscape smiling near ? - ' Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , And robes the mountain in its azure hue . 4 Thus , with delight , we linger to survey The promis'd joys of life's unnieasur'd way ; 10 Thus ...
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... sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in nature's languid hour * The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy ...
... sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil , a charm for every woe : Won by their sweets , in nature's languid hour * The way - worn pilgrim seeks thy summer bower ; There , as the wild - bee murmurs on the wing , What peaceful dreams thy ...
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... sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on thy hand reclin'd , Muse on the last ...
... sweet mourner ! at my stone appear , And soothe my parted spirit ling'ring near ? Oh , wilt thou come , at ev'ning hour , to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on thy hand reclin'd , Muse on the last ...
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... sweet ! 10 15 Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed , The waveless calm , the slumber of the dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And ear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! 20 And say , without our hopes , without our fears.
... sweet ! 10 15 Who that would ask a heart to dulness wed , The waveless calm , the slumber of the dead ? No ; the wild bliss of Nature needs alloy , And ear and sorrow fan the fire of joy ! 20 And say , without our hopes , without our fears.
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... sweet fall of Music far away ; And oft he lingers from his home awhile To watch the dying notes - and start , and smile ! Let Winter come ! let polar spirits sweep 00 110 The dark'ning world , and tempest - troubled deep ! Though ...
... sweet fall of Music far away ; And oft he lingers from his home awhile To watch the dying notes - and start , and smile ! Let Winter come ! let polar spirits sweep 00 110 The dark'ning world , and tempest - troubled deep ! Though ...
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afar ARGYLESHIRE arms bark battle battle of Pultowa beauty beneath bleeding blood bosom bow'r bower brave breath bright brow burst of Joy charm chief child clime cried Daingean dark dead dear death deep delight desolation dread dream Erin Erin go bragh ev'n fate father fire flag of England flower GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Glenara green grief hand hath heard heart Heav'n Highland Highland band Hope hour Indian Irish isles Julius Cæsar kindred land life's light Lochiel lonely look'd loud lov'd Loxian midnight morn mountain mourn native Nature's never night Note numbers O'Connor's o'er pale peace pow'r psaltery rapture rock rush'd sacred scene scorn shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit Stanza star storm stormy tempests blow Suwarrow sweet sword tears thee thou tomb trembling tribes Twas wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods wrath
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Seite 147 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Seite 153 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Seite 17 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
Seite 113 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Seite 146 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Seite 138 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Seite 143 - By the festal cities' blaze, While 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!
Seite 144 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Seite 146 - ... shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Seite 217 - ... else, except the vision, as long as it continues ; and then they appear pensive or jovial, according to the object which was represented to them.