More quotes by Thomas Campbell
'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
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!
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Every joy that some experience is paid for by the sorrow of others.
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