The Poetical Works of Thomas CampbellE. Moxon, 1871 - 420 páginas |
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... fame spread over the country ; and Campbell , at the age of twenty - one , found himself a man not only suddenly but permanently renowned - marked out by his first volume as a poet from whom great PREFATORY NOTICE . xiii Part I 35 35.
... fame spread over the country ; and Campbell , at the age of twenty - one , found himself a man not only suddenly but permanently renowned - marked out by his first volume as a poet from whom great PREFATORY NOTICE . xiii Part I 35 35.
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... admirers of Campbell are powerful and numerous enough , his fame is sufficiently established and diffused , to make some words of dissent or demur excusable : nobody will much regard them , and the dissentient will be XX PREFATORY NOTICE .
... admirers of Campbell are powerful and numerous enough , his fame is sufficiently established and diffused , to make some words of dissent or demur excusable : nobody will much regard them , and the dissentient will be XX PREFATORY NOTICE .
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... fame he seems to have been sufficiently indifferent . Another debate is whether Camp- bell's conviviality exceeded the strict bounds of temperance . I believe some of his intimates would have been surprised to hear any one calling the ...
... fame he seems to have been sufficiently indifferent . Another debate is whether Camp- bell's conviviality exceeded the strict bounds of temperance . I believe some of his intimates would have been surprised to hear any one calling the ...
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... ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers every star ! Wilt thou , with him , mysterious rites apply , THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 9.
... ) ' Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers every star ! Wilt thou , with him , mysterious rites apply , THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 9.
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... the world , unknown to fame , Their woes , their wishes , and their hearts the same— Oh , there , prophetic HOPE ! thy smile bestow , And chase the pangs that worth should never know— There THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 13.
... the world , unknown to fame , Their woes , their wishes , and their hearts the same— Oh , there , prophetic HOPE ! thy smile bestow , And chase the pangs that worth should never know— There THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 13.
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adieu AMEN CORNER ARGYLESHIRE arms battle beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blood bosom bower brave breath bright brow burst Campbell Charles Lamb charms child clime cloth cried Culdee dark dear death deep dream earth EDITION England Erin go bragh fair fame fate father fire flower foolscap 8vo Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gilt edges grief Gustave Doré hallow'd hand hath heard heart Heaven hour hush'd Indian Innisfail Irish isles kindred land life's light living Lochiel lonely look'd Love's Loxian mind mountain Muse Nature's never night Note o'er pale peace Pleasures of Hope poem poet POETICAL pride rapture rocks sacred scene scorn seem'd shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit star storm sweet sword tears thee Theodric thine Thomas Hood thou thought trembling Twas wampum wave weep wild WILLIAM MICHAEL ROSSETTI winds woods
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Página 227 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Página 148 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Página 231 - Linden, when the sun was low, all bloodless lay th' untrodden snow; and dark as winter was the flow of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, when the drum beat at dead of night commanding fires of death to light the darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed each horseman drew his battle-blade, and furious every charger neigh'd to join the dreadful revelry.
Página 231 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Página 238 - 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 ; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Página 240 - But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Página 148 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Página 221 - In a bold determin'd hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on. 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...
Página 85 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
Página 210 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows he sweeps from my sight : Rise ! rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight ! — 'Tis finished.