The pleasures of hope, Gertrude of Wyoming, and other poems. To which are added, Collins' & Gray's poetical works1854 |
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... hears thy stormy music in the drum ! And such thy strength - inspiring aid that bore The hardy Byron to his native shore . - 1 In horrid climes , where Chiloe's tempests sweep Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deep , ' Twas his to ...
... hears thy stormy music in the drum ! And such thy strength - inspiring aid that bore The hardy Byron to his native shore . - 1 In horrid climes , where Chiloe's tempests sweep Tumultuous murmurs o'er the troubled deep , ' Twas his to ...
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... hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring Hope the while , At every artless tear , and every smile ! How glows the joyous parent to descry A guileless bosom , true to sympathy ! Where is the troubled heart ...
... hear The mournful ballad warbled in his ear ; How fondly looks admiring Hope the while , At every artless tear , and every smile ! How glows the joyous parent to descry A guileless bosom , true to sympathy ! Where is the troubled heart ...
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... hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and , canst thou harbour there A wish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile ...
... hear thee whispering low Unhallow'd vows to Guilt , the child of Woe ! Friendless thy heart ; and , canst thou harbour there A wish but death - a passion but despair ? The widow'd Indian , when her lord expires , Mounts the dread pile ...
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... and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r his bursting hear died ! Or will they learn how generous worth sub- limes The THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 29.
... and wild , The dying father blest his darling child ! Oh ! Mercy , shield her innocence , he cried , Spent on the pray'r his bursting hear died ! Or will they learn how generous worth sub- limes The THE PLEASURES OF HOPE . 29.
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... hear the parting spirit sigh , It is a dread and awful thing to die ! Mysterious worlds , untravell'd by the sun ! Where Time's far - wand'ring tide has never run , From your unfathom'd shades , and viewless spheres , A warning comes ...
... hear the parting spirit sigh , It is a dread and awful thing to die ! Mysterious worlds , untravell'd by the sun ! Where Time's far - wand'ring tide has never run , From your unfathom'd shades , and viewless spheres , A warning comes ...
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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
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
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?