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There Came To The Beach A Poor Exile Of Erin, The Dew On His Thin Robe Was Heavy And Chill
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There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844)
-- The Exile of Erin
Related:
EXILE, n. One who serves his country by residing abroad, yet is not an ambassador.
An English sea-captain being asked if he had read "The Exile of Erin," replied...
One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree
Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he....
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]...
Everyone is born a king, and most people die in exile.
I see music as the augmentation of a split second of time. -- Erin Cleary
They have exiled me now from their society and I am pleased, because humanity does not exile except the one whose noble spirit rebels against despotism and oppression.
And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Ode to the Memory of Bu...
There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Battle of the Baltic...
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 359...