Quotes by Thomas Campbell
Tomorrow let us do or die!
What millions died that Caesar might be great!
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
While memory watches o'er the sad review of joys that faded like the morning dew.
I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.
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.
Now Barabbas was a publisher.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair?
It may be strange—yet who would change Time's course to slower speeding,...
To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting.
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave---oh leave the light of Hope behind.
On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
