The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 Seiten |
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... father sage ; " Shall Nature bound to earth's diurnal span The fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? ' · 145 150 " Turn , Child of Heav'n , thy rapture - lighten'd eye To Wisdom's walks , the sacred Nine are nigh : Hark ! from ...
... father sage ; " Shall Nature bound to earth's diurnal span The fire of God , th ' immortal soul of man ? ' · 145 150 " Turn , Child of Heav'n , thy rapture - lighten'd eye To Wisdom's walks , the sacred Nine are nigh : Hark ! from ...
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... of melancholy joy- " Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; 225 280 Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be 12.
... of melancholy joy- " Sleep , image of thy father , sleep , my boy : No ling'ring hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine ; 225 280 Bright as his manly sire , the son shall be 12.
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... father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r his bursting heart , and died ! 145 150 155 Or will they learn how generous worth sublimes 155 The robber Moor , ( c ) and pleads for ...
... father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r his bursting heart , and died ! 145 150 155 Or will they learn how generous worth sublimes 155 The robber Moor , ( c ) and pleads for ...
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... father could have died ! For bloody was the deed and rashly done , That slew my Absalom ! -my son ! -my son ! Unfading Hope ; when life's last embers burn , When soul to soul , and dust to dust return ! Heav'n to thy charge resigns the ...
... father could have died ! For bloody was the deed and rashly done , That slew my Absalom ! -my son ! -my son ! Unfading Hope ; when life's last embers burn , When soul to soul , and dust to dust return ! Heav'n to thy charge resigns the ...
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... father tore thee from his heart , And thrice return'd , to bless thee , and to part ; Thrice from his trembling lips he murmur'd low The plaint that own'd unutterable woe ; Till Faith , prevailing o'er his sullen doom , As burst the ...
... father tore thee from his heart , And thrice return'd , to bless thee , and to part ; Thrice from his trembling lips he murmur'd low The plaint that own'd unutterable woe ; Till Faith , prevailing o'er his sullen doom , As burst the ...
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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.