The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Campbell: With a Memoir of His Life, and an Essay on His Genius and Writings

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D. Appleton & Company, 1898 - 329 pages
 

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Page 80 - LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands hound, Cries, " Boatman, do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry."— " Now who he ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water ?" " O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's
Page 82 - the shore. Return or aid preventing :— The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. ODE TO THE MEMORY OF BURNS SOUL of the Poet! wheresoe'er, Reclaim'd from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality : Suspend thy harp in happier sphere, And with thine
Page 76 - night depart. And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean-warriors '. Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to hlow ; When the fiery fight is heard no
Page 95 - thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill; And arts that made fire, flood and earth. The vassals of his will;— Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day • For all these trophied arts And trinmphs that heneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang
Page 327 - that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.—Who is there to mourn for Logan? not one !"—Jefferson's Notes on Virginia. P.
Page 75 - For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep throngh the deep, While the stormy
Page 92 - fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not prond Philosophy To teach me what thou art— Still seem, as to my childhood's eight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I
Page 74 - of funeral light Died away. Now joy, Old England, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' hlaze, Whilst the wine-cup shines in light; And yet amidst that joy and uproar. Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, liy thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore! Brave hearts ! to Britain's pride Once so faithful and so
Page 92 - A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant how ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws ! And yet, fair how, no
Page 73 - Hearts of oak !' our captains cried ; when each gun From its adamantine lips Spread a death-shade round the ships, Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. Again again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a

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