The poetical works of Thomas CampbellEvert Duyckinck, 1821 - 243 էջ |
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... cried , my bleeding country save ! -- Is there no hand on high to shield the brave . Yet , though destruction sweep these lovely plains , Rise , fellow - men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name , we wave the sword on high ...
... cried , my bleeding country save ! -- Is there no hand on high to shield the brave . Yet , though destruction sweep these lovely plains , Rise , fellow - men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name , we wave the sword on high ...
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... cries of death each gentle gale , And bath'd in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tame , When Brama's children perish'd for his name ; The martyr smil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the tyrant ...
... cries of death each gentle gale , And bath'd in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs the immortal spirit tame , When Brama's children perish'd for his name ; The martyr smil'd beneath avenging pow'r , And brav'd the tyrant ...
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... cries ; Could lock , with impious hands , their teeming store , While famish'd nations died along the shore ; ( n ) Could mock the groans of fellow - men , and bear The curse of kingdoms peopled with despair ; Could stamp disgrace on ...
... cries ; Could lock , with impious hands , their teeming store , While famish'd nations died along the shore ; ( n ) Could mock the groans of fellow - men , and bear The curse of kingdoms peopled with despair ; Could stamp disgrace on ...
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... cry was beard along the deep ; There on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r his bursting heart , and died ! 145 150 155 Or ...
... cry was beard along the deep ; There on his funeral waters , dark and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r his bursting heart , and died ! 145 150 155 Or ...
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... tears , and reconcil'd , The king of Judah mourn'd his rebel child ! Musing on days , when yet the guiltless boy Smil'd on his sire , and fill'd his heart with joy ! My Absalom ! ( the voice of nature cried ! ) Oh ! that for thee thy ...
... tears , and reconcil'd , The king of Judah mourn'd his rebel child ! Musing on days , when yet the guiltless boy Smil'd on his sire , and fill'd his heart with joy ! My Absalom ! ( the voice of nature cried ! ) Oh ! that for thee thy ...
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Էջ 147 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Էջ 153 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Էջ 17 - Heaven ! he cried, my bleeding country save : Is there no hand on high to shield the brave ? Yet, though destruction sweep these lovely plains, Rise, fellow-men ! our country yet remains ! By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, And swear for her to live ! — with her to die...
Էջ 113 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Էջ 146 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. 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.
Էջ 138 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow!
Էջ 143 - By the festal cities' blaze, While the wine-cup shines in light: And yet amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!
Էջ 144 - Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so true, On the deck of fame that died, With the gallant good Riou : Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave ; While the billow mournful rolls, And the mermaid's song condoles, Singing glory to the souls Of the brave.
Էջ 146 - ... shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Էջ 217 - ... else, except the vision, as long as it continues ; and then they appear pensive or jovial, according to the object which was represented to them.