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“'TIS STRANGE, BUT TRUE; FOR TRUTH IS ALWAYS STRANGE, STRANGER THAN FICTION."—GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON.
'THE TREE WILL WITHER LONG BEFORE IT FALL!"-BYRON.
THE HOMEWARD-BOUND SHIP.
Blow fair, thou breeze!—she anchors ere the dark.
[From "The Corsair," canto i., 3.]
["WHAT," remarks Professor Wilson-" what shall we say of the 'Pleasures of Hope'? That the harp from which that music breathed was an Eolian harp, placed in the window of a high hall, to catch airs from heaven when heaven was glad, as well she might be with such moon and such stars, and streaming half the region with a magnificent aurora borealis. Now the music deepens into a majestic march-now it swells into a holy hymn-and now it dies away, elegiac-like, as if mourning over a tomb. Vague, indefinite, uncertain, dream-like, and visionary all; but never else than beautiful; and ever and anon, we know not why, sublime. It ceases in the hush
we awaken as if from a dream. Is it not even so? In his
youth, Campbell lived where 'distant isles could hear the loud Corbrechtan
and sometimes his poetry is like that whirlpool-the sound as of the
wheels of many chariots. Yes, happy was it for him that he had liberty to
with hope, as is the sunny sea, when sailors' sweethearts on the she
Out for ships; and from a foreign station down comes the fleet
before the wind, and the very shells beneath their footsteps seem to sing
As for 'Gertrude of Wyoming,' we love her as if she were our
own only daughter-filling our life with bliss, and then leaving it desolate.
THE BARS SURVIVE THE CAPTIVE THEY ENTHRALL."-BYRON.
"WERE THINGS BUT ONLY CALLED BY THEIR RIGHT NAME, CAESAR HIMSELF WOULD BE ASHAMED OF FAME."-BYRON.
"CAN WISDOM LEND, WITH ALL HER HEAVENLY POWER, THE PLEDGE OF JOY'S ANTICIPATED POWER?"-CAMPBELL.
SONG IS BUT THE ELOQUENCE OF TRUTH."-THOMAS CAMPBELL.
Even now we see her ghost gliding through those giant woods! As for
'That man may not hide what God would reveal!'
The Navy owes much to 'Ye Mariners of England!' Sheer hulks often
Thomas Campbell, the author of these admirable poems, was born in Glas-
In 1803 Campbell returned to England, and soon afterwards received a
Thomas Campbell died at Boulogne, on the 15th of June 1844. His remains were carrie to England, and interred in Westminster Abbey. In our English poetry he may be considered the lineal successor of Gray, whom, however, he surpassed in depth of pathos, in earnestness of feeling, and vividness of description.]
THE ATHEIST'S CREED.
H! lives there, Heaven, beneath thy dread expanse,
The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind;
66 WATCH THE BRIGHTENING ROSES OF THE SKY."-T. CAMPBELL.
"AH, NO! SHE DARKLY SEES THE FATE OF MAN; HER DIM HORIZON BOUNDED TO A SPAN."-THOMAS CAMPBELL.
"CONGENIAL HOPE! THY PASSION-KINDLING POWER, HOW STRONG IN YOUTH'S UNTROUBLED HOUR!"-T. CAMPBELL.
AUSPICIOUS HOPE! IN THY SWEET GARDEN GROW-(T. CAMPBELL)
THE ATHEIST'S CREED.
Could all his parting energy dismiss,
And call this barren world sufficient bliss?
And, when the gun's tremendous flash is o'er,
Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim,
Then bind the palm thy sage's brow to suit,
Ah me! the laurelled wreath that murder rears,
* "Iberia's pilot: "-Christopher Columbus. Iberia was the Roman name for the country now called Spain.
WREATHS FOR EACH TOIL, A CHARM FOR EVERY WOE. -CAMPBELL.
"LO, NEWTON, PRIEST OF NATURE, SHINES AFAR, SCANS THE WIDE WORLD, AND NUMBERS EVERY STAR!"-CAMPBELL.
"WHERE IS THE TROUBLED HEART, CONSIGNED TO SHARE TUMULTUOUS TOIL OR SOLITARY CARE, CAMPBELL)
66 COME, BRIGHT IMPROVEMENT, IN THE CAR OF TIME, -(T. Campbell)
Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dread
As waves the night-shed round the sceptic head.
I smile on death if heavenward Hope remain !
[From the "Pleasures of Hope," Part ii.]
AND RULE THE SPACIOUS WORLD FROM CLIME TO CLIME!"-CAMPBELL.
UNBLEST BY VISIONARY THOUGHTS THAT STRAY TO COUNT THE JOYS OF FORTUNE'S BETTER DAY?"-CAMPBELL.
STILL MUST WE LIVE A BLOT ON NATURE'S BROW?"-THOMAS CAMPBELL.
"MAN, CAN THY DOOM NO BRIGHTER SOUL ALLOW?
"'TIS DISTANCE LENDS ENCHANTMENT TO THE VIEW."-CAMPBELL.
"But thee, my flower! whose breath was given
The spirits of the white man's heaven
Nor will the Christian host,
Nor will thy father's spirit grieve
"To-morrow let us do or die!
* Outalissi, chief of the Oneyda Indians, a North American tribe, one of the characters in Campbell's poem.
+ Areouski, the Indian god of war.
HOPE, THE CHARMER, LINGERED STILL BEHIND."-T. CAMPBELL.
SHALL CRIMES AND TYRANTS CEASE BUT WITH THE WORLD?"-IBID.
"SHALL WAR'S POLLUTED BANNER NE'ER BE FURLED?