From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of LorneHarper, 1876 |
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Pagina 1
... Clouds of Aristophanes , pro- nounced it to be the best exercise wlrich had ever been given in by any student belonging to the university . In original poetry he was also distinguished above all his class- mates , so that in 1793 his ...
... Clouds of Aristophanes , pro- nounced it to be the best exercise wlrich had ever been given in by any student belonging to the university . In original poetry he was also distinguished above all his class- mates , so that in 1793 his ...
Pagina 6
... clouds o'er half the world ! 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 ; 1 The following ...
... clouds o'er half the world ! 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 ; 1 The following ...
Pagina 7
... clouds of rosy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew , And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ , Sacred to love , and walks of tender joy ; A milder mood the goddess shall recall , And soft as dew thy tones of music fall ...
... clouds of rosy hue , Flings from her golden urn the vesper dew , And bids fond man her glimmering noon employ , Sacred to love , and walks of tender joy ; A milder mood the goddess shall recall , And soft as dew thy tones of music fall ...
Pagina 12
... clouds and gallops on the storm ! Wide waves his flick ' ring sword ; his bright arms glow Like summer suns , and light the world below ! Earth , and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed , Are shook ; and Nature rocks beneath his tread ...
... clouds and gallops on the storm ! Wide waves his flick ' ring sword ; his bright arms glow Like summer suns , and light the world below ! Earth , and her trembling isles in Ocean's bed , Are shook ; and Nature rocks beneath his tread ...
Pagina 15
... clouds immortal bliss , And shrieks , and hovers o'er the dark abyss ! Daughter of Faith , awake , arise , illume ... cloud ! While Nature hears , to terror - mingled trust , Frail as the leaf in Autumn's yellow bower , Dust in the wind ...
... clouds immortal bliss , And shrieks , and hovers o'er the dark abyss ! Daughter of Faith , awake , arise , illume ... cloud ! While Nature hears , to terror - mingled trust , Frail as the leaf in Autumn's yellow bower , Dust in the wind ...
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Pagina 23 - 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! Few, few shall part, where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Pagina 136 - tis not in grief to harm me While thy love is left to me; Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me Were that joy unmixed with thee. Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Pagina 136 - Man may trouble and distress me ; 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast. Life with trials hard may press me ; Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. O, 'tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me ! O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Pagina 68 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast...
Pagina 23 - Like leviathans afloat, Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line : It was ten of April morn by the chime As they drifted on their path, There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time. But the might of England flushed To anticipate the scene ; And her van the fleeter rushed O'er the deadly space between. ''Hearts of oak...
Pagina 81 - By thy helpless infant years, By thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power, Turn, O turn, a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany.
Pagina 20 - 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.
Pagina 23 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save : So peace instead of death let us bring ; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our king.
Pagina 136 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Pagina 18 - Forbid not thee to weep : — Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight ; Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delight! " To-morrow let us do or die! But when the bolt of death is hurl'd, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world?