Thomas Campbell Quotes

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'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Thomas Campbell
To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.

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Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep
The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!
Though boundless snows the withered heath deform,
And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm,
Yet shall the smile of social love repay,
With mental light, the melancholy day!
And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er,
The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore,
How bright the fagots in his little hall
Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!

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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!"

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And rustic life and poverty
Grow beautiful beneath his touch.

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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!

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The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

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The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

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A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

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Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.

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Oh! star-eyed Science, hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?

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There shall be love, when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears, To watch the brightening roses of the sky, And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

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Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

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Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

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Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

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But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

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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.

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There shall he love when genial morn appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.

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There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.

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Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
Her home is on the deep.

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While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

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Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!

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But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

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The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd — till woman smiled.

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Oh leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!

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Oh, how hard it is to find
The one just suited to our mind!

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Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been
Like angels visits, few and far between.

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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!

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Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man? — a world without a sun.

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On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.

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