Thomas Campbell Quotes

Now Barabbas was a publisher.

An original something, fair maid you would win me To write—but how shall I begin? For I fear I have nothing original in me—Excepting Original Sin.

To-morrow let us do or die!

And yet, amidst that joy and uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full many a fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!

What though my winge’d hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between?

What millions died—that Caesar might be great !