The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With an Original Biography, and NotesPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 479 ページ |
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... poem , my purse is at your service . How much will it cost ? ' At a random guess , I 6 said Fifteen pounds . But , my dear fellow , ' I added , God only -- knows when I may be able to repay you ! 20 LIFE OF CAMPBELL .
... poem , my purse is at your service . How much will it cost ? ' At a random guess , I 6 said Fifteen pounds . But , my dear fellow , ' I added , God only -- knows when I may be able to repay you ! 20 LIFE OF CAMPBELL .
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... dear father praised my work , and quoted the lines ' Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , ' & c . , looking at the very hills that had suggested the thought ! Well , I thought to myself ( for , as I have said , I was at that ...
... dear father praised my work , and quoted the lines ' Tis distance lends enchantment to the view , ' & c . , looking at the very hills that had suggested the thought ! Well , I thought to myself ( for , as I have said , I was at that ...
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... dear and much - wished - for friend , " Richardson , which , in style and substance , seems to us Goldsmith over again . " Ratisbon is a place of much note in the history of Germany . We must learn all the striking events connected with ...
... dear and much - wished - for friend , " Richardson , which , in style and substance , seems to us Goldsmith over again . " Ratisbon is a place of much note in the history of Germany . We must learn all the striking events connected with ...
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... dear friend , a crust of rye bread will be pleasanter than the finest fare in your absence . " Campbell left Ratisbon late in October , and returned , by way of Leipsic , to Altona , where he resided until he embarked for England ...
... dear friend , a crust of rye bread will be pleasanter than the finest fare in your absence . " Campbell left Ratisbon late in October , and returned , by way of Leipsic , to Altona , where he resided until he embarked for England ...
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... dear sir , you have unintentionally done us injustice for it stands in our garden , and we are very proud of our classic and celebrated Beech . We must not be deprived of our tree , especially by such authority as yours ; so you must ...
... dear sir , you have unintentionally done us injustice for it stands in our garden , and we are very proud of our classic and celebrated Beech . We must not be deprived of our tree , especially by such authority as yours ; so you must ...
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adieu Algiers arms battle beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bless blood bloom bosom bower brave breath bright brow Campbell Campbell's charm cheer child clime Culdee Danube dear death deep delight doom dream Dugald Stewart earth Edinburgh England fair fame fate father fire friend Richardson Gertrude of Wyoming Glasgow glow grief hand heard heart Heaven Highland Hohenlinden hour Indian Innisfail lady land letter life's light live Lochiel lonely look Lord Lord Byron Lord Holland mind morn mountains mourn Nature's ne'er never night o'er peace Pleasures of Hope poem poet poet's Poland Pons Asinorum pride proud rapture Ratisbon sacred scene scorn Scotland shore sigh smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears tell thee THEODRIC thine Thomas Campbell thou thought wampum waves weep whilst wild winds wrote young youth
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186 ページ - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
470 ページ - 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 harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
178 ページ - They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock!
196 ページ - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
185 ページ - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. \ But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
188 ページ - But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion, He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. Sad is my fate...
181 ページ - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
177 ページ - LOCHIEL, Lochiel ! beware of the day When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead' rushes red on my sight, And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight. They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
197 ページ - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky.
115 ページ - 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!