The World Was Sad, The Garden Was A Wild, And Man The Hermit Sigh'd--till Woman Smiled.

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...
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...
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?
a world without a sun. -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 21...
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...
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...
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...
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...