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• 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...
• O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 359...
• 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...
• Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 263...
• The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 37...
• 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...
• 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...
• But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 40...