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• Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Ode to the Memory of Bu...
• Depend upon it, sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.
  Samuel Johnson ['Boswell's Life of', 1777]...
• Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Hohenlinde...
• While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 45...
• In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- The Soldier's Dream...
• T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Lochiel's Warning...
• Another tumble! That 's his precious nose!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Parental Ode to my Infant So...
• Comus and his midnight crew. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Ode for Music, Line 2
• There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Battle of the Baltic...