Quotes from Thomas Campbell

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

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

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

the soul of conversation is sympathy

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.

Tomorrow let us do or die!

Our purpose is to grow up and become love

How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying!

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

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.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

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

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

And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!

To bear is to conquer our fate.

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

Coming events cast their shadows before.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

What millions died - that Caesar might be great!

The ocean has its ebbings — so has grief.