From Thomas Campbell to Marquis of LorneHarper, 1876 |
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Pagina vii
... Wind , 156 Our Mary , 193 . On the Death of a Child , 157 Would that I were where wild woods wave , 194 ' Neath the Wave , 157 Scotland Yet , 194 Raven's Stream , 157 The wild Glen sae Green , 194 • MOTHERWELL , WILLIAM ( 1797-1835 ) ...
... Wind , 156 Our Mary , 193 . On the Death of a Child , 157 Would that I were where wild woods wave , 194 ' Neath the Wave , 157 Scotland Yet , 194 Raven's Stream , 157 The wild Glen sae Green , 194 • MOTHERWELL , WILLIAM ( 1797-1835 ) ...
Pagina 6
... winds to Heaven again ; All , all forsook the friendless , guilty mind , But HOPE , the charmer , linger'd still ... wind , Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at ...
... winds to Heaven again ; All , all forsook the friendless , guilty mind , But HOPE , the charmer , linger'd still ... wind , Treads the loved shore he sigh'd to leave behind ; Meets at each step a friend's familiar face , And flies at ...
Pagina 13
... wind that shook the spangled tree , The whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; - Still slowly pass'd the ... winds asleep , When fairy harps th ' Hesperian planet hail , And the lone cuckoo sighs along the vale , His path shall be ...
... wind that shook the spangled tree , The whispering wave , the murmur of the bee ; - Still slowly pass'd the ... winds asleep , When fairy harps th ' Hesperian planet hail , And the lone cuckoo sighs along the vale , His path shall be ...
Pagina 14
... wind them on the wheel- Turn to the gentler melodies that suit And the dim sun scarce wanders through the Thalia's harp , or Pan's Arcadian lute ; storm , Yet shall the smile of social love repay , With mental light , the melancholy day ...
... wind them on the wheel- Turn to the gentler melodies that suit And the dim sun scarce wanders through the Thalia's harp , or Pan's Arcadian lute ; storm , Yet shall the smile of social love repay , With mental light , the melancholy day ...
Pagina 15
... winds that waft her to the sky , Float the sweet tones of star - born melody ; Wild as that hallow'd anthem sent to ... wind , or dew upon the flower ; A friendless slave , a child without a sire , Whose mortal life and momentary fire ...
... winds that waft her to the sky , Float the sweet tones of star - born melody ; Wild as that hallow'd anthem sent to ... wind , or dew upon the flower ; A friendless slave , a child without a sire , Whose mortal life and momentary fire ...
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Populaire passages
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?