Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between. — Thomas Campbell Angel Copy Share Image
O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man. — Thomas Campbell Foe 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
Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel. — Thomas Campbell Beauty 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 Bears Copy Share Image
A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is… — 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
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. — Thomas Campbell England Copy Share Image
The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. — Thomas Campbell Danger Copy Share Image
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer. — 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,… — Thomas Campbell Dark Copy Share Image
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair? — Thomas Campbell Despair Copy Share Image
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name. — Thomas Campbell Grace Copy Share Image
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay. — Thomas Campbell Brother Copy Share Image
