Thomas Campbell quotes - page 2

And rival all but Shakespeare's name below. (Thomas Campbell)
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree. View quote
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The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own. View quote
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Absence! is not the soul torn by it From more than light, or life, or breath? 'Tis Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet,- The pain without the peace of death! View quote
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Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked-as Kosciusko fell! View quote
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There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time. View quote
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Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field and his feet to the foe, And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame. View quote
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But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. View quote
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On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. View quote
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O Love! in such a wilderness as this. View quote
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Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind! (Thomas Campbell)
The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything. View quote
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The hunter and the deer a shade. View quote
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The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man the hermit sigh'd - till woman smiled. View quote
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That gems the starry girdle of the year. View quote
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And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch. View quote
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There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears. View quote
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Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind! View quote
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Oh! once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness; But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness. View quote
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O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save! View quote
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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)
While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. View quote
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Lochiel, Lochiel, beware of the day! For, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, But man cannot cover what God would reveal: 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. View quote
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In life's morning march, when my bosom was young. View quote
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Come back! come back!" he cried in grief "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! O my daughter! View quote
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