Thomas Campbell

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Thomas Campbell (July 27, 1777 - June 15, 1844) was a Scottish poet, who served as Lord Rector of Glasgow University (1826-1829).


  • On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
    No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
    No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
    And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
    • The Harper, st. 1 (1799)
  • 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
    And coming events cast their shadows before.
  • The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
    Who rush to glory or the grave!
    Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
    And charge with all thy chivalry!
  • There was silence deep as death,
    And the boldest held his breath,
    For a time.
  • Ye are brothers! ye are men!
    And we conquer but to save.
    • Battle of the Baltic, st. 5 (1805)
  • Oh, how hard it is to find
    The one just suited to our mind!
    • Song, st. 1
  • Oh! once the harp of Innisfail
    Was strung full high to notes of gladness;
    But yet it often told a tale
    Of more prevailing sadness.
    • O'Connor's Child, st. 1 (1810)
  • Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
    And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
    And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
    The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

Lord Ullin's Daughter

  • A chieftain to the Highlands bound
    Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!
    And I'll give thee a silver pound
    To row us o'er the ferry!"
    • Stanza 1
  • "Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
    This dark and stormy water?"
    "O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
    And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.
    • Stanza 2
  • "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief
    "Across this stormy water;
    And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
    My daughter! O my daughter!"
    • Stanza 13

Pleasures of Hope (1799)

  • 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
    And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
    • Part I, l. 7
  • Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
    And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell!
    • Part I, l. 381
  • Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
    The power of grace, the magic of a name?
    • Part II, l. 5
  • And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
    • Part II, l. 98
  • Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
    But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
    What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been
    Like angels visits, few and far between.
    • Part II, l. 375

Ye Mariners of England (1800)

  • Ye mariners of England,
    That guard our native seas;
    Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
    The battle and the breeze!
    • Stanza 1
  • While the battle rages loud and long,
    And the stormy winds do blow.
    • Stanza 1
  • Britannia needs no bulwarks,
    No towers along the steep;
    Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
    Her home is on the deep.
    • Stanza 3
  • The meteor flag of England
    Shall yet terrific burn,
    Till danger's troubled night depart,
    And the star of peace return.
    • Stanza 4

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