CAMPBELL, Thomas Quotes
(1777-1844), English poet
Distance lends enchantment to the view.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
What millions died that Caesar might be great.
Auspicious hope, in thy sweet garden grow wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
Faithful to its sacred page, heaven still rebuilds thy span, nor lets the type grow pale with age, that first spoke peace to man.
The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
A soul that pity touched but never shook; trained, from his cradle, the fierce extremes of good and ill to brook; impassive, fearing but the shame of fear, a stoic of the woods, a man without a fear.
Without our hopes, without our fears, without the home that plighted love endears, without the smiles from plighted beauty won, oh! what were man?—a world without a sun.