Thomas Campbell Quotes

Thomas Campbell feels lyrical and reflective, offering poetic musings on nature, war, and the power of a name.

40 quotes

1. 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.

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

3. 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!

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

5. Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.

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

7. Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!

8. A stoic of the woods-a man without a tear.

9. 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.

10. Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

11. 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!'

12. 'Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?' 'O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.

13. 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief 'Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! O my daughter!'

14. 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

15. Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked-as Kosciusko fell!

16. Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?

17. And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

18. 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 angels visits, few and far between.

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

20. While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.

21. Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

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

23. How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning.

24. What millions died that Caesar might be great!

25. It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.

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

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

28. The being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words -- is not limited by words -- nor does it have the specificity of words and thus cannot be broken onto parts that can be manipulated or analyzed by the intellect. It must be swallowed, whole not parsed, sorted and justified.

29. On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

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

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

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

33. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

34. The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

35. 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.

36. The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

37. Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.

38. How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying!

39. For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

40. Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.