The Poetical Works of Thomas CampbellEdward Moxon, 1837 - 306 pages Patrick's friends create an increasingly larger and more fearful monster in their minds before they see what he really has found. |
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... waves ' tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark delay ; Thy heart is sad ...
... waves ' tumultuous roar , The wolf's long howl from Oonalaska's shore . Poor child of danger , nursling of the storm , Sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form ! Rocks , waves , and winds , the shatter'd bark delay ; Thy heart is sad ...
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... wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heaven ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) " Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers every star ! Wilt thou ...
... wave thy golden wand . " Go , child of Heaven ! ( thy winged words proclaim ) " Tis thine to search the boundless fields of fame ! Lo ! Newton , priest of nature , shines afar , Scans the wide world , and numbers every star ! Wilt thou ...
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... , that his manly race shall yet assuage Their father's wrongs , and shield his latter age . What though for him no Hybla sweets distil , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away ,
... , that his manly race shall yet assuage Their father's wrongs , and shield his latter age . What though for him no Hybla sweets distil , Nor bloomy vines wave purple on the hill ; Tell , that when silent years have pass'd away ,
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... wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tigers steal along , And the dread Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk , There shall the flocks ...
... wave , and culture every shore . On Erie's banks , where tigers steal along , And the dread Indian chants a dismal song , Where human fiends on midnight errands walk , And bathe in brains the murderous tomahawk , There shall the flocks ...
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... 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 undismay'd ; Firm - paced and slow , a horrid front they form , . Still as the breeze ...
... 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 undismay'd ; Firm - paced and slow , a horrid front they form , . Still as the breeze ...
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Page 87 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 86 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 94 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Page 105 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ; I saw the last of human mould, That shall Creation's death behold, As Adam saw her prime. The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man...
Page 14 - Oh, bloodiest picture in the book of Time, Sarmatia fell, unwept, without a crime ; Found not a generous friend, a pitying foe, Strength in her arms, nor mercy in her woe...
Page 79 - Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king. Lo ! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath, Behold, where he flies on his desolate path ! Now in darkness and billows, he sweeps from my sight; Rise, rise ! ye wild tempests, and cover his flight!
Page 78 - Go, preach to the coward, thou death-telling seer ! Or, if gory Culloden so dreadful appear, Draw, dotard, around thy old wavering sight! This mantle", to cover the phantoms of fright. Wizard. — Ha! laugh'st thou, Lochiel, my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn ! Say, rushed the bold eagle exultingly forth, From his home, in the dark rolling clouds of the north ? Lo!
Page 86 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Page 83 - Again! again! again! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail; Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Page 79 - 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.