Thomas Campbell. 1777-1844. John Bartlett, comp. 1919. Familiar Quotations, 10th ed.

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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Thomas Campbell. (1777–1844)


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’T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. 1
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 7.
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But Hope, the charmer, linger’d still behind.
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 40.
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O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 359.
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Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shriek’d as Kosciusko fell! 2
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 381.
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On Prague’s proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 385.
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And rival all but Shakespeare’s name below.
Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 472.
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Who hath not own’d, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 5.
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Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 21.
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The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man the hermit sigh’d—till woman smiled.
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 37.
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While Memory watches o’er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 45.



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There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 95.
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And muse on Nature with a poet’s eye.
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 98.
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That gems the starry girdle of the year.
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 194.
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Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o’er the parting soul!
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 263.
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O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 325.
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But sad as angels for the good man’s sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. 3
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 357.
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Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between. 4
Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 375.
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The hunter and the deer a shade. 5
O’Connor’s Child. Stanza 5.
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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!
O’Connor’s Child. Stanza 10.
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’T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. 6
Lochiel’s Warning.
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Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field and his feet to the foe, And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Lochiel’s Warning.
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And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
Ode to the Memory of Burns.
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Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage.
Ode to the Memory of Burns.
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Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Ye Mariners of England.
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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.
Ye Mariners of England.
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When the stormy winds do blow; 7 When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Ye Mariners of England.
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The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger’s troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.
Ye Mariners of England.
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There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time.
Battle of the Baltic.
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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!
Hohenlinden.
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Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier’s sepulchre.
Hohenlinden.
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There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh’d, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
The Exile of Erin.
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To bear is to conquer our fate.
On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire.
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The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky. 8
The Soldier’s Dream.
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In life’s morning march, when my bosom was young.
The Soldier’s Dream.
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But sorrow return’d with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
The Soldier’s Dream.
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Triumphal arch, that fill’st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.
To the Rainbow.
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A stoic of the woods,—a man without a tear.
Gertrude of Wyoming. Part i. Stanza 23.
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O Love! in such a wilderness as this.
Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. Stanza 1.
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The torrent’s smoothness, ere it dash below!
Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. Stanza 5.
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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.
Song of the Greeks.
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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.
Drink ye to Her.
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To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die.
Hallowed Ground.
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Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree! 9
The Beech-Tree’s Petition.

Note 1.
See John Webster, Quotation 4.

The mountains too, at a distance, appear airy masses and smooth, but seen near at hand they are rough.—Diogenes Laertius: Pyrrho, ix. [back]

Note 2.
At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell,
And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell.
Church: The Choice (1754). [back]

Note 3.
See Sterne, Quotation 5. [back]

Note 4.
See Norris, Quotation 1. [back]

Note 5.
See Freneau, Quotation 1. [back]

Note 6.
See Coleridge, Quotation 71. [back]

Note 7.
When the stormy winds do blow.—Martyn Parker: Ye Gentlemen of England. [back]

Note 8.
The starres, bright centinels of the skies.—Habington: Castara, Dialogue between Night and Araphil. [back]

Note 9.
Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
George P. Morris: Woodman, spare that Tree. [back]

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