An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
Thomas Campbell

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
Thomas Campbell

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
Thomas Campbell

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
Thomas Campbell

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
Thomas Campbell

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Thomas Campbell

To bear is to conquer our fate.
Thomas Campbell

Tomorrow let us do or die!
Thomas Campbell

What millions died that Caesar might be great!
Thomas Campbell

Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.
Thomas Campbell