'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Quotes from The Pleasures of Hope — Thomas Campbell
1777–1844 Scotland
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Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
Angel of life! thy glittering wings explore
Earth's loneliest bounds, and Ocean's wildest shore.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell!
The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd — till woman smiled.
What millions died that Caesar might be great!
And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
What potent spirit guides the raptur'd eye
To pierce the shades of dim futurity?
There shall he love when genial morn appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been
Like angels visits, few and far between.
While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep
The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!
O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Campbell (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.