Who Hath Not Own'd, With Rapture-smitten Frame, The Power Of Grace, The Magic Of A Name?

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...
And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 472...
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...
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 40...
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair?
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 325...