John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Campbell. (1777–1844) (continued) |
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| 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 angel visits, few and far between. 1 |
| Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 375. |
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| The hunter and the deer a shade. 2 |
| O’Connor’s Child. Stanza 5. |
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| Another’s sword has laid him low, Another’s and another’s; And every hand that dealt the blow— Ah me! it was a brother’s! |
| O’Connor’s Child. Stanza 10. |
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| ’T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. 3 |
| Lochiel’s Warning. |
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| Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field and his feet to the foe, And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame. |
| Lochiel’s Warning. |
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| And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch. |
| Ode to the Memory of Burns. |
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| Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage. |
| Ode to the Memory of Burns. |
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| Ye mariners of England, That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! |
| Ye Mariners of England. |
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| Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o’er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. |
| Ye Mariners of England. |
| Note 1. See Norris, Quotation 1. [back] |
| Note 2. See Freneau, Quotation 1. [back] |
| Note 3. See Coleridge, Quotation 71. [back] |