The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the friendless guilty mind , But Hope , the charmer , linger'd still behind . Thus , while Elijah's burning wheels prepare , From Carmel's height , to sweep the ...
... plain , Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again ; All , all forsook the friendless guilty mind , But Hope , the charmer , linger'd still behind . Thus , while Elijah's burning wheels prepare , From Carmel's height , to sweep the ...
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... plain- So once , at Heav'n's command , the wand'rers came To Eden's shade , and heard their various name . " Far from the world , in yon sequester'd clime , Slow pass the sons of Wisdom , more sublime ; Calm as the fields of Heav'n ...
... plain- So once , at Heav'n's command , the wand'rers came To Eden's shade , and heard their various name . " Far from the world , in yon sequester'd clime , Slow pass the sons of Wisdom , more sublime ; Calm as the fields of Heav'n ...
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... 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 ! He said , and on the rampart - heights array'd His trusty warriors , few , but ...
... 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 ! He said , and on the rampart - heights array'd His trusty warriors , few , but ...
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... plains , The starless night of Desolation reigns ; Truth shall restore the light by Nature giv'n , And , like Prometheus , bring the fire of Heav'n ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurl'd , Her name , her nature , wither'd from ...
... plains , The starless night of Desolation reigns ; Truth shall restore the light by Nature giv'n , And , like Prometheus , bring the fire of Heav'n ! Prone to the dust Oppression shall be hurl'd , Her name , her nature , wither'd from ...
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... plain , The quiver'd chief of Congo lov'd to reign ; With fires proportion'd to his native sky , Strength in his arm , and lightning in his eye ; Scour'd with wild feet his sun - illumin'd zone , The spear , the lion , and the woods his ...
... plain , The quiver'd chief of Congo lov'd to reign ; With fires proportion'd to his native sky , Strength in his arm , and lightning in his eye ; Scour'd with wild feet his sun - illumin'd zone , The spear , the lion , and the woods his ...
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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?