The Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell, المجلد 1Henry Colburn, 1828 - 238 من الصفحات |
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... dark oblivion , glows divinely there . What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend , with all her heav'nly pow'r , The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees ...
... dark oblivion , glows divinely there . What potent spirit guides the raptured eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity ? Can Wisdom lend , with all her heav'nly pow'r , The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees ...
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... darkness there , And light the dreadful features of despair.- Hark ! the stern captive spurns his heavy load , And asks the image back that Heaven bestow'd ! Fierce in his eye the fire of valour burns , And , as the slave departs , the ...
... darkness there , And light the dreadful features of despair.- Hark ! the stern captive spurns his heavy load , And asks the image back that Heaven bestow'd ! Fierce in his eye the fire of valour burns , And , as the slave departs , the ...
الصفحة 29
... dark ; Ye that expanding truth invidious view , And think , or wish , the song of HOPE untrue ; Perhaps your little hands presume to span The march of Genius , and the powers of man ; Perhaps ye watch , at Pride's unhallow'd shrine ...
... dark ; Ye that expanding truth invidious view , And think , or wish , the song of HOPE untrue ; Perhaps your little hands presume to span The march of Genius , and the powers of man ; Perhaps ye watch , at Pride's unhallow'd shrine ...
الصفحة 32
... dark decrees , unfathom'd yet by man , When shall the world call down , to cleanse her shame , That embryo spirit , yet without a name , - That friend of Nature , whose avenging hands Shall burst the Lybian's adamantine bands ? Who ...
... dark decrees , unfathom'd yet by man , When shall the world call down , to cleanse her shame , That embryo spirit , yet without a name , - That friend of Nature , whose avenging hands Shall burst the Lybian's adamantine bands ? Who ...
الصفحة 34
... darkness hath resign'd The fiery grandeur of a generous mind ! Poor fetter'd man ! I hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there Awish 34 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... darkness hath resign'd The fiery grandeur of a generous mind ! Poor fetter'd man ! I hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and canst thou harbour there Awish 34 PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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amidst ANTISTROPHE arms bark beauty Beauty's beneath bleeding bliss blood bosom bowers Brandt breath bright Briton brow burst burst of Joy calumet charm cheek child clime CONSTANCE cried dear death deep delight doom'd Dorset Street dread dream dust earth enemies ev'n fair fate fire friendship GERTRUDE OF WYOMING Gertrude's glaciers glow grief hand Hark hath heard heart Heaven HOPE hour Indian JULIA kindred knew land life's light living lonely look'd Loxian lyre MEDEA midnight mind mingled mountain murmur Muse Nature Nature's NOTE nursling o'er peace pensive pirogue pride rapture rocks sacred savannas scene seem'd shade shore sigh sire slumber smile song soul spirit STANZA storm sublime sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought Travels trembling tribe triumph truth Twas UDOLPH vale wampum warriors wave weep wild winds woods youth
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الصفحة 180 - 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.
الصفحة 181 - 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 harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
الصفحة 28 - Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man, Fight in his sacred cause, and lead the van ! Yet for Sarmatia's tears of blood atone, And make her arm puissant as your own ! Oh ! once again to Freedom's cause return The patriot Tell— the Bruce of Bannockburn...
الصفحة 101 - 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.
الصفحة 71 - Inspiring thought of rapture yet to be, The tears of Love were hopeless, but for thee ! If in that frame no deathless spirit dwell, If that faint murmur be the last farewell, If Fate unite the faithful but to part, Why is their memory sacred to the heart ? Why does the brother of my childhood seem...
الصفحة 63 - Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of fame ? Is this your triumph — this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause...
الصفحة 179 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
الصفحة 132 - With all his howling desolating band; — These eyes have seen their blade and burning pine Awake at once, and silence half your land. Red is the cup they drink ; but not with wine : Awake, and watch to-night, or see no morning shine ! XVII.
الصفحة 8 - Now far he sweeps, where scarce a summer smiles, On Behring's rocks, or Greenland's naked isles ; Cold on his midnight watch, the breezes blow, From wastes that slumber in eternal snow ; And waft, across the wave's tumultuous roar, The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore.
الصفحة 26 - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm. Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge or death...