Oh leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
Quotes by Thomas Campbell
"Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
A stoic of the woods - a man without a tear.
There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath, For a time.
Ye Mariners of England, That guard our native sons; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
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?
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.

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