T Is Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 40...
And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 472...
Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shriek'd as Kosciusko fell!
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 381...
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 359...
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 98...
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 194...
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part i, Line 385...
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 357...
Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
-- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 263...