Thomas Campbell Short Quotes

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A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.

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

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Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save.

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

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

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And rustic life and poverty
Grow beautiful beneath his touch.

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With thunders from her native oak
She quells the floods below.

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While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

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Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,
Whose truths electrify the sage.

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

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

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

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Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

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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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Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

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

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

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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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Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell!

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

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

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

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

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Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?

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

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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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Let us think of them that sleep,
Full many a fathom deep,
By thy wild and stormy steep,
Elsinore!

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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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