From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of LorneHarper, 1876 |
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... Voice of Streams , 264 230 231 BETHUNE , ALEXANDER ( 1804–1843 ) , 265 231 Musings of Convalescence , 266 232 A Mother's Love , 266 232 On his Brother's Death , 267 233 MOORE , DUGALD ( 1805-1841 ) , 267 WILSON , ROBERT ( b . 1801 ) ...
... Voice of Streams , 264 230 231 BETHUNE , ALEXANDER ( 1804–1843 ) , 265 231 Musings of Convalescence , 266 232 A Mother's Love , 266 232 On his Brother's Death , 267 233 MOORE , DUGALD ( 1805-1841 ) , 267 WILSON , ROBERT ( b . 1801 ) ...
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... voice of Nature cried , Oh ! that , for thee thy father could have died ! For bloody was the deed , and rashly done , That slew my Absalom ! -my son ! -my son ! Unfading HOPE ! when life's last embers burn , When soul to soul , and dust ...
... voice of Nature cried , Oh ! that , for thee thy father could have died ! For bloody was the deed , and rashly done , That slew my Absalom ! -my son ! -my son ! Unfading HOPE ! when life's last embers burn , When soul to soul , and dust ...
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... voice has served mankind- And is he dead whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high ? - To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die . I't death to fall for Freedom's right ? He's dead alone that lacks her light ! And murder sullies in ...
... voice has served mankind- And is he dead whose glorious mind Lifts thine on high ? - To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die . I't death to fall for Freedom's right ? He's dead alone that lacks her light ! And murder sullies in ...
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... voice from the kinsmen , all wrathful and loud ; " And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem : Glenara ! Glenara ! now read me my dream ! " Oh ! pale grew the cheek of that chieftain , I ween , When the shroud was unclos'd , and no ...
... voice from the kinsmen , all wrathful and loud ; " And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem : Glenara ! Glenara ! now read me my dream ! " Oh ! pale grew the cheek of that chieftain , I ween , When the shroud was unclos'd , and no ...
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... voice A more commanding sound . His foam , beneath the yellow light Of noon , came down like one Continuous sheet of jaspers bright- Broad rolling by the sun . Dear Linn ! let loftier falling floods Have prouder names than thine ; And ...
... voice A more commanding sound . His foam , beneath the yellow light Of noon , came down like one Continuous sheet of jaspers bright- Broad rolling by the sun . Dear Linn ! let loftier falling floods Have prouder names than thine ; And ...
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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?