From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of LorneHarper, 1876 |
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... Twas Summer Tide , 521 521 521 Logie o ' Buchan , 521 505 HALL , G. BUCHANAN , ... 521 506 Muckle - mou'd Meg , 521 My ain Fireside , HAMILTON , MRS . ELIZABETH ( 1758-1816 ) , ..... 522 HASTINGS , LADY FLORA ( 1806-1839 ) , Faith and ...
... Twas Summer Tide , 521 521 521 Logie o ' Buchan , 521 505 HALL , G. BUCHANAN , ... 521 506 Muckle - mou'd Meg , 521 My ain Fireside , HAMILTON , MRS . ELIZABETH ( 1758-1816 ) , ..... 522 HASTINGS , LADY FLORA ( 1806-1839 ) , Faith and ...
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... Twas his to mourn Misfortune's rudest shock , Scourged by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn and search again The famish'd haunts of solitary men ; Whose race , unyielding as their native storm , Know not a ...
... Twas his to mourn Misfortune's rudest shock , Scourged by the winds , and cradled on the rock , To wake each joyless morn and search again The famish'd haunts of solitary men ; Whose race , unyielding as their native storm , Know not a ...
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... twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; - But Mercy gave to charm the sense of woe , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , And aimless HOPE delights her ...
... twas there she wept in vain , Till Memory fled her agonizing brain ; - But Mercy gave to charm the sense of woe , Ideal peace , that truth could ne'er bestow ; Warm on her heart the joys of Fancy beam , And aimless HOPE delights her ...
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... Twas sung how they were lovely in their lives , And in their deaths had not divided been . Touched by the music and the melting scene , Was scarce one tearless eye amidst the crowd : - Stern warriors , resting on their swords , were ...
... Twas sung how they were lovely in their lives , And in their deaths had not divided been . Touched by the music and the melting scene , Was scarce one tearless eye amidst the crowd : - Stern warriors , resting on their swords , were ...
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... Twas vain : the loud waves lashed the shore , Return or aid preventing . The waters wild went o'er his child , And he was left lamenting . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND . Ye mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has ...
... Twas vain : the loud waves lashed the shore , Return or aid preventing . The waters wild went o'er his child , And he was left lamenting . YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND . Ye mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has ...
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Страница 23 - 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.
Страница 136 - tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me Were that joy unmixed with thee. Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Страница 136 - Man may trouble and distress me ; 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast. Life with trials hard may press me ; Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ! O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Страница 68 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast...
Страница 23 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Страница 81 - By thy helpless infant years, By thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power, Turn, O turn, a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany.
Страница 20 - 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.
Страница 23 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Страница 136 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Страница 18 - Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight ; Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delight! " To-morrow let us do or die! But when the bolt of death is hurl'd, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world?