1775-1834.
_Old Familiar Faces_.
I have had playmates, 1 have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
_Detached Thoughts on Books_.
Books which are no books.
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THOMAS CAMPBELL.
1777-1844.
_Pleasures of Hope_.
Part i. Line 7.
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Line 359.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save.
Line 381.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
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O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
Part ii. Line 5.
Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
Line 23.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Of what were man?--a world without a sun.
Line 37.
The world was sad!--the garden was a wild!
And man, the hermit, sighed--till woman smiled.
Line 45.
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
Line 95.
There shall he love, when genial mom appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
Line 194.
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
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