Frasi di Thomas Campbell

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“Affronterò la furia dei cieli | Ma non un padre irato.”

“Gli eventi a venire proiettano prima le loro ombre.”

“In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.”

“There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.”

“Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.”

“But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.”

“On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.”

“To-morrow let us do or die.”

“Thus, while Elijah's burning wheels prepare,
From Carmel's height, to sweep the fields of air,
The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began,
Dropt on the world — a sacred gift to man.”

“Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save.”

“To bear is to conquer our fate.”

“Another's sword has laid him low,
Another's and another's;
And every hand that dealt the blow—
Ah me! it was a brother's!”

“And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.”

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

“The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd — till woman smiled.”

“Few, few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.”

“Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!”

“Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree,
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.”

“But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.”

“That gems the starry girdle of the year.”

“And rustic life and poverty
Grow beautiful beneath his touch.”

“Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.”

“The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!”

“When peace and mercy, banish'd from the plain,
Sprung on the viewless winds to Heav'n again;
All, all forsook the friendless guilty mind,
But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.”

“There shall he love when genial morn appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.”

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

“When o'er the green undeluged earth
Heaven's covenant thou didst shine,
How came the world's grey fathers forth
To watch thy sacred sign.

And when its yellow lustre smiled
O'er mountains yet untrod,
Each mother held aloft her child
To bless the bow of God.”

“Oh! once the harp of Innisfail
Was strung full high to notes of gladness;
But yet it often told a tale
Of more prevailing sadness.”

“And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.”

“While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.”

“O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!”