The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... blood - stain'd form his earthly name ; Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell , And read the trembling world the tales of hell . " When Venus , thron'd in clouds of rosy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew , And bids ...
... blood - stain'd form his earthly name ; Then weave in rapid verse the deeds they tell , And read the trembling world the tales of hell . " When Venus , thron'd in clouds of rosy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew , And bids ...
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... blood , and veil the sun , Truth shall arrest the murd'rous arm profane , Wild Obi flies7 - the veil is rent in twain . Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian moun- tains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet shall find a home ; Where'er ...
... blood , and veil the sun , Truth shall arrest the murd'rous arm profane , Wild Obi flies7 - the veil is rent in twain . Where barb'rous hordes on Scythian moun- tains roam , Truth , Mercy , Freedom , yet shall find a home ; Where'er ...
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... blood - dy'd waters murm'ring far below The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! - Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call ! Earth ...
... blood - dy'd waters murm'ring far below The storm prevails , the rampart yields a way , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! - Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand shrieks for hopeless mercy call ! Earth ...
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... blood , the tears , the anguish , and the toil , Shall bid each righteous heart exult ; to see Peace to the slave , and vengeance on the free ! Yet , yet , degraded men ! th ' expected day That breaks your bitter cup , is far away ...
... blood , the tears , the anguish , and the toil , Shall bid each righteous heart exult ; to see Peace to the slave , and vengeance on the free ! Yet , yet , degraded men ! th ' expected day That breaks your bitter cup , is far away ...
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... shrines and altars bare , With blazing torch and gory scymitar , - Stunn'd with the cries of death each gentle gale , And bath'd in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs th ' immortal spirit tame , THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 19.
... shrines and altars bare , With blazing torch and gory scymitar , - Stunn'd with the cries of death each gentle gale , And bath'd in blood the verdure of the vale ! Yet could no pangs th ' immortal spirit tame , THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 19.
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The Pleasures of Hope. Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other Poems Thomas Campbell Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2015 |
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Abra amidst ANTISTROPHE arms battle beauty beneath bless'd bliss blood bosom breath bright brow charm child Circassia clime dark dear death deep delight dread dream dress'd e'en earth ECLOGUE Eirin fair fairy Fancy fate father Fcap fear fire flowers Gertrude GERTRUDE OF WYOMING gilt edges grace green grief grove hail hand hast hath hear heard heart Heav'n Hope hour Indian isle John Gilbert Julius Cæsar land life's light Lochiel lonely lov'd Loxian lyre maid Margaret of Anjou morn mountain mourn murmurs Muse native Nature's night numbers Nymph o'er ODIN peace pensive Petrarch Pindar plains pleasure rapture reign rocks round sacred scene shade shore sigh smile song sorrow soul spirit storm sung swain sweet sword tears thee thou thought thunder trembling triumph Truth Twas vale wave weep wild winds woods youth
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Сторінка 138 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Сторінка 77 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Сторінка 210 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Сторінка 140 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round ; Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound : And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Сторінка 76 - 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!
Сторінка 211 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind?
Сторінка 141 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds, May love through life the soothing shade.
Сторінка 182 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Сторінка 179 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Сторінка 82 - 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?