Thomas Campbell quotes

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. (Thomas Campbell)
To-morrow let us do or die.
Thomas Campbell
Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.
Thomas Campbell
To bear is to conquer our fate.
Thomas Campbell
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?
Thomas Campbell
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man? - a world without a sun.
Thomas Campbell
To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
Thomas Campbell
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
Thomas Campbell
A stoic of the woods-a man without a tear.
Thomas Campbell
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Thomas Campbell
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. (Thomas Campbell)
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?
Thomas Campbell
Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage.
Thomas Campbell
Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Thomas Campbell
Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
Thomas Campbell
The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.
Thomas Campbell
"Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?" "O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.
Thomas Campbell
Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare, From Carmel's height, to sweep the fields of air, The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world - a sacred gift to man.
Thomas Campbell
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
Thomas Campbell
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.
Thomas Campbell
Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree, It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free. (Thomas Campbell)
Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
Thomas Campbell
The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!
Thomas Campbell
When peace and mercy, banish'd from the plain, Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again; All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind, But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Thomas Campbell
When o'er the green undeluged earth Heaven's covenant thou didst shine, How came the world's grey 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.
Thomas Campbell