Quotesdtb.com
Home
Authors
Quotes of the day
Top quotes
Topics
Thomas Campbell quotes - page 3
Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
Thomas Campbell
Another's sword has laid him low, Another's and another's; And every hand that dealt the blow- Ah me! it was a brother's!
Thomas Campbell
Drink ye to her that each loves best! And if you nurse a flame That 's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name.
Thomas Campbell
p>Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.
Thomas Campbell
Nor ever shall the Muse's eye Unraptured greet thy beam: Theme of primeval prophecy, Be still the poet's theme!
Thomas Campbell
Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!
Thomas Campbell
How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er mountain, tower, and town.
Thomas Campbell
With thee, sweet Hope! resides the heav'nly light, That pours remotest rapture on the sight.
Thomas Campbell
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.
Thomas Campbell
Methinks, thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang On earth deliver'd from the deep, And the first poet sang.
Thomas Campbell
Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore Earth's loneliest bounds, and Ocean's wildest shore.
Thomas Campbell
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave!
Thomas Campbell
On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I.
Thomas Campbell
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.
Thomas Campbell
What millions died that Caesar might be great!
Thomas Campbell
I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
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!
Thomas Campbell
An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
Thomas Campbell
What potent spirit guides the raptur'd eye To pierce the shades of dim futurity? Can Wisdom lend, with all her heav'nly pow'r, The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour?Ah, no! she darkly sees the fate of man- Her dim horizon bounded to a span; Or, if she hold an image to the view, Tis nature pictur'd too severely true.
Thomas Campbell
Can all that optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow?When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws! 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.
Thomas Campbell
How glorious is thy girdle cast O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirror'd 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.
Thomas Campbell
Previous
1
2
3
(Current)
Next