The poetical works of Thomas CampbellJ. Walker, 1853 - 124 pages |
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adieu ANTISTROPHE arms battle battle of Sempach beauty beauty's beneath bleeding blood bosom bower brave breast breath bright Britons brow burst burst of joy charm child clime cried Culdee dark dead dear death deep dread dream earth England Erin go bragh ev'n fair fame fate father's fire flower Glencoe glow grief hallow'd hand hath heart Heaven Highland hour Hyænas Indian Innisfail isles kindred land life's light living Lochiel lonely look'd Love's Loxian lyre mind morn mountain Nature's ne'er never night o'er pale peace Poland pride proud psaltery rapture rocks sacred scene scorn Scotland seem'd shade shore sigh sight sire smile song soul spirit stamp'd star storm sweet sword tears thee THEODRIC thine thou thought tomb Twas Vex'd wampum waves weep Whilst wild winds wing woods youth
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Page 55 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 72 - Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste — Go, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On Earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! A DREAM.
Page 55 - By the festal cities' blaze, Whilst 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. 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.
Page 59 - Sad is my fate ! said the heart-broken stranger ; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Page 52 - Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven From his eyrie, that beacons the darkness of heaven. Oh, crested Lochiel ! the peerless in might, Whose banners arise on the battlements' height, Heaven's fire is around thee to blast and to burn ; Return to thy dwelling ! all lonely return ! For the blackness of ashes shall mark where it stood, And a wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood.
Page 2 - Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below. Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, "Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?— 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Page 71 - Go, — let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again ; Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.
Page 67 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 10 - The sun went down, nor ceased the carnage there, Tumultuous Murder shook the midnight air — On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow. His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below...
Page 71 - What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill ; And arts that made fire, flood, and earth, The vassals of his will ; — Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day...