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There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.

— Thomas Campbell

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'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

The Pleasures of Hope (1799)

To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.

A stoic of the woods—a man without a tear.

Gertrude of Wyoming (1809)

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?

The Pleasures of Hope (1799)

Oh, how hard it is to find
The one just suited to our mind!

Theodric: A Domestic Tale; and Other Poems (1825)

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