Quote #15
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked-as Kosciusko fell!
More from Thomas Campbell
- 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
- Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?
- 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief 'Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! O my daughter!'
- And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
- '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.
- 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…
- 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!'
- Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!