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Thomas Campbell
The Beech Tree's Petition
O leave this barren spot to me! / Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree! / Though bush or floweret never grow
The Brave Roland
The brave Roland! the brave Roland! / False tidings reached the Rhenish strand / That he had fallen in fight;
The Child And The Hind
Come, maids and matrons, to caress / Wiesbaden's gentle hind; / And, smiling, deck its glossy neck
The Dirge Of Wallace
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, / The debt of his nature did pay, / T' was Edward, the cruel, had reason to fear,
The Last Man
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, / The Sun himself must die, / Before this mortal shall assume
The Maid's Remonstrance
Never wedding, ever wooing, / Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, / Read you not the wrong you 're doing
The Pleasures Of Hope: Part 1
At summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow / Spans with bright arch the glittering bills below, / Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,
The River Of Life
The more we live, more brief appear / Our life's succeeding stages; / A day to childhood seems a year,
The Soldier's Dream
Our bugles sang truce; for the night-cloud had lowered, / And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; / And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The Traveller
Apart there was a deep untrodden grot, / Where oft the reading hours sweet Gertrude wore; / Tradition had not named its lonely spot;
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