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Thomas Campbell
Tis distance lends...
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
The popularity of...
The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the...
The world was...
The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman...
Truth ever lovely...
Truth ever lovely - since the world began,
The foe of tyrants and the friend of man.
Gentlemen, you must...
Gentlemen, you must not mistake me. I admit that he is the sworn foe of our nation, and, if you will, of the whole...
Triumphal arch, that...
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what...
While Memory watches...
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
But Hope, the...
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Source: Pleasures of Hope, I. line...
The proud, the...
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone,
That never mused on sorrow but its own.
To bear is...
To bear is to conquer our fate.
Source: In
Tis distance lends...
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
The popularity of...
The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the...
The world was...
The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman...
Truth ever lovely...
Truth ever lovely - since the world began,
The foe of tyrants and the friend of man.
Gentlemen, you must...
Gentlemen, you must not mistake me. I admit that he is the sworn foe of our nation, and, if you will, of the whole...
Triumphal arch, that...
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what...
While Memory watches...
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
But Hope, the...
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
Source: Pleasures of Hope, I. line...
The proud, the...
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone,
That never mused on sorrow but its own.
To bear is...
To bear is to conquer our fate.
Source: In