Our bugles sang truce - for the night-cloud had lowered, / And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky. Thomas Campbell
Our bugles sang truce - for the night-cloud had lowered, / And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?—a world without a sun. Thomas Campbell
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
A chieftain to the Highlands bound / Cries, `Boatman, do not tarry! / And I'll give thee a silver pound / To row us o'er the ferry.' Thomas Campbell
A chieftain to the Highlands bound / Cries, `Boatman, do not tarry! / And I'll give thee a silver pound / To row us o'er the ferry.'
While memory watches o'er the sad reviewOf joys that faded like the morning dew. Thomas Campbell
While memory watches o'er the sad reviewOf joys that faded like the morning dew.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue. Thomas Campbell
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave---oh! leave the light of Hope behind. Thomas Campbell
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave---oh! leave the light of Hope behind.
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! Thomas Campbell
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!
What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been, / Like angel-visits, few and far between? Thomas Campbell
What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been, / Like angel-visits, few and far between?
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