Quote #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.
More from Thomas Campbell
- And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
- Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
- Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?
- While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
- Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked-as Kosciusko fell!
- Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.
- 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
- The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.