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• But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 40...
• On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 385...
• Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name?
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 5...
• Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shriek'd as Kosciusko fell!
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 381...
• O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 359...
• T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 7...
• And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 98...
• That gems the starry girdle of the year.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 194...
• But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 357...