Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
The being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words -- is not… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
