From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of LorneHarper, 1876 |
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... passed from under his management by one of those unlucky accidents to which periodical literature is especially exposed . A paper was inserted by mistake in its pages without having been subjected to his editorial examination ; and as ...
... passed from under his management by one of those unlucky accidents to which periodical literature is especially exposed . A paper was inserted by mistake in its pages without having been subjected to his editorial examination ; and as ...
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... passed this night , as we had frequently done , under a tree ; but what we suffered at this time is not easy to be expressed . I had been three days at the oar without any kind of nourishment except the wretched In horrid climes , where ...
... passed this night , as we had frequently done , under a tree ; but what we suffered at this time is not easy to be expressed . I had been three days at the oar without any kind of nourishment except the wretched In horrid climes , where ...
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... passed each much - loved shroud , While woman's softer soul in woe dissolved aloud . Then mournfully the parting bugle bid Its farewell o'er the grave of worth and truth ; Prone to the dust afflicted Waldegrave hid His face on earth ...
... passed each much - loved shroud , While woman's softer soul in woe dissolved aloud . Then mournfully the parting bugle bid Its farewell o'er the grave of worth and truth ; Prone to the dust afflicted Waldegrave hid His face on earth ...
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... passed by : -- Saying , we're twins in death , proud sun ! Thy face is cold , -thy race is run- ' Tis mercy bids thee go ; For thou , ten thousand thousand years , Hast seen the tide of human tears , That shall no longer flow . What ...
... passed by : -- Saying , we're twins in death , proud sun ! Thy face is cold , -thy race is run- ' Tis mercy bids thee go ; For thou , ten thousand thousand years , Hast seen the tide of human tears , That shall no longer flow . What ...
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... passed it lightly by ; - Louisa's in her tartan sheen Has fixed my wandering eye : A thousand beauties there I trace That ithers canna see ; My blessings on that bonnie face- She's a ' the world to me ! Oh , love has wiles at his ...
... passed it lightly by ; - Louisa's in her tartan sheen Has fixed my wandering eye : A thousand beauties there I trace That ithers canna see ; My blessings on that bonnie face- She's a ' the world to me ! Oh , love has wiles at his ...
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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?