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• But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 40...
• And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 472...
• 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...
• 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...
• 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...
• 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...