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• And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 472...
• 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...
• O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 359...
• T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 7...
• 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...
• Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind!
  What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between....
• On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 385...
• 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...