The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: In Two Volumes, 第 2 巻Henry Colburn, 1828 |
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... hills in chase he flits , The hunter and the deer a shade ! Sweet mourner ! those are shadows vain , That cross the twilight of her brain ; Yet she will tell you , she is blest , Of Connocht Moran's tomb possess'd , More richly than in ...
... hills in chase he flits , The hunter and the deer a shade ! Sweet mourner ! those are shadows vain , That cross the twilight of her brain ; Yet she will tell you , she is blest , Of Connocht Moran's tomb possess'd , More richly than in ...
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... - let the eagle change his plume , ' The leaf its hue , the flow'r its bloom ; f Fires lighted on May - day on the hill tops by the Irish . Vide the note on Stanza VII . • But ties around this heart were spun , ' O'CONNOR'S CHILD . 9.
... - let the eagle change his plume , ' The leaf its hue , the flow'r its bloom ; f Fires lighted on May - day on the hill tops by the Irish . Vide the note on Stanza VII . • But ties around this heart were spun , ' O'CONNOR'S CHILD . 9.
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... hills in view ' O'Connor's plumed partizans ; Thric ten Kilnagorvian clans ' Were marching to their doom : ' A sudden storm their plumage toss'd , ' A flash of lightning o'er them cross d , And all again was gloom ! VOL . II . C XVI . 6 ...
... hills in view ' O'Connor's plumed partizans ; Thric ten Kilnagorvian clans ' Were marching to their doom : ' A sudden storm their plumage toss'd , ' A flash of lightning o'er them cross d , And all again was gloom ! VOL . II . C XVI . 6 ...
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... hills in Ireland still retain the name of Cnoc Greine , i . e . the hill of the sun ; and on all are to be seen the ruins of druidi- çal altars . VERSE 8. 1. 12 . And play my clarshech by thy side . The clarshech , or harp , the ...
... hills in Ireland still retain the name of Cnoc Greine , i . e . the hill of the sun ; and on all are to be seen the ruins of druidi- çal altars . VERSE 8. 1. 12 . And play my clarshech by thy side . The clarshech , or harp , the ...
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... hills with thunder riven , Then rush'd the steed to battle driven , And louder than the bolts of heaven , Far flash'd the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow , On Linden's hills of stained snow , And bloodier yet the ...
... hills with thunder riven , Then rush'd the steed to battle driven , And louder than the bolts of heaven , Far flash'd the red artillery . But redder yet that light shall glow , On Linden's hills of stained snow , And bloodier yet the ...
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adieu Aodh ARGYLESHIRE arms battle beauty's beneath bleeding bless blest blood bloom bosom Bourgo bower brave breath bright brother charms chief child clime Connocht Moran's cried Culdee Culloden dark dead dear death deep Dorset Street dream earth Erin Erin go bragh Ev'n fair fame fate fire flower Gael Glenara gloom glory green grief hallow'd hand harp hath heart HEARTS of oak Heaven Highland hour hush'd Innisfail Ireland Irish isle lady life's light Lochiel lonely look'd LOVE LIES BLEEDING Love's lover mansion memory mourn Nature's night O'Connor's o'er pale peace poor dog Tray Prince psaltery rapture Reullura Ritter Bann scene scorn Scotland second sight shade shore sigh sight sires smiled SONG soul spirit Stamp'd star storm stormy tempests blow sweet sword tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou tomb Twas VERSE vision wave weep wild wrath
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56 ページ - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn; Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors! 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...
84 ページ - O'er mountain, tower, and town. Or, mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the. eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
82 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.
54 ページ - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
51 ページ - O'er the deadly space between: "Hearts of oak!" our captains cried, when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back;— Their shots along the deep slowly boom:— Then ceased— and all is wail, As they strike the shatter'd sail; Or in conflagration pale, Light the gloom.
66 ページ - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, ' And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — ' And fast before her father's men ' Three days we've fled together, ' For should he find us in the glen, ' My blood would stain the heather. ' His horsemen hard behind us ride ;
68 ページ - 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. " 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.
64 ページ - Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me ? Never again, shall my brothers embrace me?
35 ページ - Lo ! the death-shot of foemen out-speeding, he rode Companionless, bearing destruction abroad; But down let him stoop from his havoc on high! Ah! home let him speed, for the spoiler is nigh. Why flames the far summit? Why shoot to the blast Those embers, like stars from the firmament cast? Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie that beacons the darkness of heaven. O crested Lochiel! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is...
37 ページ - Yon sight, that it freezes my spirit to tell ! Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs, And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims. Accursed be the fagots that blaze at his feet, Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat, With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale LOCHIEL.