Quotes By Thomas Campbell

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

Tomorrow let us do or die!

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.