Great Throughts Treasury

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Thomas Campbell

Scottish Poet

"Last year's loss in the semifinals was definitely a heartbreaker. We know what we are capable of. We need to come out and work hard."

"It's inherent in the denial."

"Let us do or die."

"Like angel visits, few and far between."

"Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps; Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes."

"Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps; her silent watch the mournful mother keeps; she, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes."

"Love he comes and Love he tarries just as fate or fancy carries; longest stays, when sorest chidden; laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden."

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

"Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day when the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array!... Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day; for, dark and despairing, my sight I may seal, but man cannot cover what God would reveal. 'Tis the sunset of Lefe gives me mystical lore, and coming events cast their shadows before."

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

"Men of England! who inherit rights that cost your sires their blood."

"Love's wing moults when caged and captured, only free, he soars enraptured."

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

"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."

"My love lies bleeding."

"Mother of dead dogs."

"O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair?"

"O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree."

"O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow."

"Oh! lives there, Heaven! beneath thy dread expanse, one hopeless, dark idolater of chance, content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd, the lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust, in joyless union wedded to the dust, could all his parting energy dismiss, and call this barren world sufficient bliss?"

"Of Nelson and the North sing the glorious day's renown, when to battle fierce came forth all the might of Denmark's crown, and her arms along the deep proudly shone."

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

"On Linden, when the sun was low, all bloodless lay the untrodden snow, and dark as winter was the flow of Iser, rolling rapidly."

"One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain."

"Our bugles sang truce - for the night-cloud had lowered, and the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky."

"Out spoke the victor then, as he hail'd them o'er the wave, ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save; so peace instead of death let us bring; but yield, proud foe, let us bring; with the crews, at England's feet, and make submission meet to our King."

"Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free."

"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."

"One could take down a book from a shelf ten tines more wise and witty than almost any man's conversation. Bacon is wiser, Swift more humorous, than any person one is likely to meet with; but they cannot chime in with the exact frame of thought in which we happen to take them down from our shelves. Therein lies the luxury of conversation: and when a living speaker does not yield us that luxury, he becomes only a book on two legs."

"That would be important to us to honor our dad."

"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."

"The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook."

"The more we live, more brief appear our life's succeeding stages; a day to childhood seems a year, and years like passing ages."

"The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree."

"Poor child of danger, nursling of the storm, sad are the woes that wreck thy manly form! Rocks, waves, and winds, the shattered bark delay, thy heart is sad, thy home is far away."

"'T is the sunset of life gives us mystical lore."

"Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree."

"Sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, and the voice in my dreaming ear melted away."

"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."

"The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man."

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

"The scented wild-weeds and enamell'd moss."

"The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky."

"The soul of conversation is sympathy"

"The stormy music of the drum."

"The waters wild went o'er his child, and he was left lamenting."

"The wine is poured, you should drink it."

"The meteor flag of England."

"The world was sad; the garden was a wild; and man, the hermit, sigh'd--till woman smiled."

"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 along by the wind-beaten hill. But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion, for it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, where once in the fire of his youthful emotion he sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh."