Thomas Campbell Quotes (54 Quotes)

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

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

Say not that his faith is tainted!

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

Tomorrow let us do or die!

Where Love was fostered could not Pity dwell ?

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep Her march is oer the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

For by my wrongs, and by my wrath!

That would be important to us to honor our dad.

A chieftain to the Highlands bound Cries, Boatman, do not tarry And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry.'

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

Oh once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness.

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.

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.

Gentlemen, you must not mistake me. I admit that he is the sworn foe of our nation, and, if you will, of the whole human race. But, gentlemen, we must be just to our enemy. We must not forget that he once shot a bookseller.

I think of those weavers working through the damp Christmas months to get the tapestry done in six months per the contract in Florence, and clinging to every minute of daylight. Probably they had the artist breathing down their neck.

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

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

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

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

We had Officer David Silva and Officer Percy Smith go up and knock on the door,

Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze.

We had him stopped when he left the house, ... Then we went to the home.

There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time.

This was not the very finest quality of weaving with gold thread, of the kind that was being produced for the leading courts of the day by the Brussels workshops. Rather, it reflects the sort of medium-quality tapestries that the Florence workshops were producing at this time for use in the Medici palaces. Still, the pride they must have felt, knowing this would be destined to go to Como. Tapestry was such an important part of the theatrical presentation of the day. It was the whole stage set against which the formal side of life was acted out.

A stoic of the woods a man without a tear.

While Memory watches o'er the sad review; Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

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

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.

Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.

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.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

Another's sword has laid him low, Another's and another'sAnd every hand that dealt the blow,Ah me it was his brother's

But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

Now Barabbas was a publisher.

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

Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

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

I shall love thee still, when death itself is past.

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, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind.

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 waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting.

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

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.

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

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