Thomas Campbell Quotes
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'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
[Observation]
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A soul that pity touched but never shook; trained, from his cradle, the fierce extremes of good and ill to brook; impassive, fearing but the shame of fear, a stoic of the woods, a man without a fear.
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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.
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And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
[Cowardice]
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And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
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Auspicious hope, in thy sweet garden grow wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
[Hope]
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Coming events cast their shadows before.
[Events]
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Distance lends enchantment to the view.
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Faithful to its sacred page, heaven still rebuilds thy span, nor lets the type grow pale with age, that first spoke peace to man.
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For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
[Tears]
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How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning.
[Beginnings]
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I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
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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.
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The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
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The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
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The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
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Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
[Future]
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To bear is to conquer our fate.
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To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die.
[Memory]
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Tomorrow let us do or die!
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