44 ordspråk av Thomas Campbell
Thomas Campbell
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue
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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.'
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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
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And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
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And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
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And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
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Another's sword has laid him low,
Another's and another's;
And every hand that dealt the blow,
Ah me! it was his brother's!
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Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
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Britannia needs no bulwarks, / No towers along the steep; / Her march is o'er the mountain waves, / Her home is on the deep.
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Every day, he would drive into the city at noon and sell all day, ... He returned to West Warwick most nights around 8. It was a job for him.
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Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,/ And Freedom shrieked - as Kosciusko fell!
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I am convinced that every boy, in his heart, would rather steal second base than an automobile
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I think of those weavers working through the damp Christmas months to get the tapestry done in six months per the contract in Florence, and clinging to every minute of daylight. Probably they had the artist breathing down their neck.
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I'll meet the raging of the skies, / But not an angry father.
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It's inherent in the denial.
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