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• The world was sad, the garden was a wild, And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 37...
• 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...
• 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...
• There shall he love when genial morn appears, Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 95...
• Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind!
  What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel visits, few and far between....
• 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...
• 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...
• While Memory watches o'er the sad review Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
  -- Thomas Campbell (1777-1844) -- Pleasures of Hope, Part ii, Line 45...