Theodric: A Domestic Tale, and Other Poems |
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Go , let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men , Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again . Its piteous pageants bring not back , Nor waken flesh , upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's ...
Go , let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men , Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again . Its piteous pageants bring not back , Nor waken flesh , upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's ...
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amidst Aodh arms bear beauty beneath blood bore bound brave breast breath bright brought brow burst changed charms child cold CONSTANCE cried death deep died dream dying earth England ERSITY ev'n eyes face fair faith fame fate feel fell felt fire gave glaciers gloom glory graced grief hands heard heart Heaven holy hour JULIA kind knew knight land LIBRARY life's LIGHT LINE lips living look look'd love's memory mind Nature o'er once pain pale peace pride Reullura Ritter Saint scarce scene scorn seem'd ship shore smile SONG soul sound speak spirit spoke star sweet tears tell thee THEODRIC thou thought told touch true Twas UDOLPH UNIVERS UNIVERSIT UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA waves whilst worth young youth
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Page 55 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 112 - Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste, To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief that man shall taste — Go, tell the night that hides thy face, Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race, On Earth's sepulchral clod, The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality, Or shake his trust in God ! CAMPBELL.
Page 54 - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang On earth delivered from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's...
Page 109 - ... hands; In plague and famine some ! Earth's cities had no sound nor tread; And ships were drifting with the dead To...
Page 107 - 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.
Page 51 - THE RAINBOW. TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part ! I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven.
Page 92 - ... tis thou That send'st it from above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, Whilst the landscape's odours rise, Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard And songs when toil is done, From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd Curls yellow in the sun. Star of love's soft interviews, Parted lovers on thee muse; Their remembrancer in Heaven Of thrilling vows thou art, Too delicious to be riven By absence from the heart.
Page 64 - His was the spell o'er hearts Which only acting lends,— The youngest of the sister Arts, Where all their beauty blends : For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of time.
Page 53 - And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, But words of the Most High, Have told why first thy robe of beams Was woven in the sky. When, o'er the green, undeluged earth, Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's gray fathers forth To watch thy sacred sign ! And when its yellow lustre smiled O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God.
Page 91 - TO THE EVENING STAR Star that bringest home the bee, And sett'st the weary labourer free ! If any star shed peace, 'tis Thou That send'st it from above, Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love.
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| Title | Theodric: A Domestic Tale, and Other Poems Nineteenth Century Collections Online: European Literature, 1790-1840: The Corvey Collection |
| Author | Thomas Campbell |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green, 1824 |
| Original from | the University of California |
| Digitized | 7 Sep 2007 |
| Length | 149 pages |
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