Quote #7
Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
More from Thomas Campbell
- Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
- A stoic of the woods-a man without a tear.
- Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.
- 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.
- There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time.
- 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 gr…
- 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!
- 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!'