The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... er they roam ) His wistful face , and whines a welcome home . Friend of the brave ! in peril's darkest hour , Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields , On THE PLEASURES OF HOPE .
... er they roam ) His wistful face , and whines a welcome home . Friend of the brave ! in peril's darkest hour , Intrepid Virtue looks to thee for power ; To thee the heart its trembling homage yields , On THE PLEASURES OF HOPE .
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... virtue dwell , Unpitied by the world , unknown to fame , Their woes , their wishes , and their hearts the same- Oh there , prophetic Hope ! thy smile bestow , And chase the pangs that worth should never know- There , as the Parent deals ...
... virtue dwell , Unpitied by the world , unknown to fame , Their woes , their wishes , and their hearts the same- Oh there , prophetic Hope ! thy smile bestow , And chase the pangs that worth should never know- There , as the Parent deals ...
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... virtue triumphs o'er remember'd woe . Chide not his peace , proud Reason ! nor destroy The shadowy forms of uncreated joy , That urge the lingering tide of life , and pour Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hour . Hark ! the wild ...
... virtue triumphs o'er remember'd woe . Chide not his peace , proud Reason ! nor destroy The shadowy forms of uncreated joy , That urge the lingering tide of life , and pour Spontaneous slumber on his midnight hour . Hark ! the wild ...
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... Virtue , close your short career . ' Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied spring : What ! can ye lull the winged winds asleep , Arrest the rolling world , or chain the deep ? No : -the wild wave ...
... Virtue , close your short career . ' Tyrants ! in vain ye trace the wizard ring ; In vain ye limit Mind's unwearied spring : What ! can ye lull the winged winds asleep , Arrest the rolling world , or chain the deep ? No : -the wild wave ...
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... virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide of ages rolls away , Shall charm the world , unconscious of decay ! Yes ! there are hearts , prophetic Hope may trust , That slumber yet in uncreated dust , Ordain'd to fire th ...
... virtue , and the poet's song , Still , as the tide of ages rolls away , Shall charm the world , unconscious of decay ! Yes ! there are hearts , prophetic Hope may trust , That slumber yet in uncreated dust , Ordain'd to fire th ...
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The Pleasures of Hope. Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other Poems Thomas Campbell Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
The Pleasures of Hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and Other Poems. to Which Are ... Thomas Campbell, M.D. Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appear arms battle beauty beneath blood bosom breath bright charm child dark dear death deep delight dread dream earth fair Fancy fate father fear fields fire gilt grace green grief hand hath head hear heard heart Heav'n hills Hope hour Indian isle king land leave light living lonely look Lord lov'd maid meet mind morn mountain mourn Muse native Nature never night notes o'er once Page peace plain pleasure rise rocks round sacred scene seen shade shore side sigh sight smile soft song soul sound spirit spring storm strain sweet sword tears thee thou thought Truth vale Virtue voice warm wave weep wild winds wing woods young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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
Seite 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?