Thomas Campbell Quotes

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!

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.’

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 !