From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of LorneHarper, 1876 |
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... sound understanding and a refined taste . Campbell afforded early indi- cations of genius ; as a child he was fond of ballad poetry , and at the age of ten composed verses exhibiting the delicate appreciation of the graceful flow and ...
... sound understanding and a refined taste . Campbell afforded early indi- cations of genius ; as a child he was fond of ballad poetry , and at the age of ten composed verses exhibiting the delicate appreciation of the graceful flow and ...
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... sound like voices from the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue , Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed , And by my side , in battle true , A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there , in desolation cold , The desert ...
... sound like voices from the dead ! " Or shall we cross yon mountains blue , Whose streams my kindred nation quaffed , And by my side , in battle true , A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there , in desolation cold , The desert ...
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... sound in vain , and temples shine , Where they are not ; The heart alone can make divine Religion's spot . To incantations dost thou trust , And pompous rites in domes august ? See mouldering stones and metal's rust Belie the vaunt ...
... sound in vain , and temples shine , Where they are not ; The heart alone can make divine Religion's spot . To incantations dost thou trust , And pompous rites in domes august ? See mouldering stones and metal's rust Belie the vaunt ...
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... sound nor tread ; And ships were drifting , with the dead , To shores where all was dumb ! Yet , prophet - like , that lone one stood , With dauntless words and high , That shook the sere leaves from the wood , As if a storm passed by ...
... sound nor tread ; And ships were drifting , with the dead , To shores where all was dumb ! Yet , prophet - like , that lone one stood , With dauntless words and high , That shook the sere leaves from the wood , As if a storm passed by ...
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... sounds of joy and grief , From her people wildly rose ; As death withdrew his shades from the day , While the sun ... sound sad in the gale , Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail ? The scarlet hip and blackberry So prank'd ...
... sounds of joy and grief , From her people wildly rose ; As death withdrew his shades from the day , While the sun ... sound sad in the gale , Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail ? The scarlet hip and blackberry So prank'd ...
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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?