Thomas Campbell Quotations

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree

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

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, / But not an angry father.

Ye are brothers, ye are men, / And we conquer but to save.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, / That never mused on sorrow but its own.

Major Whiting wanted us to do this before school started, both for safety and to send a message.

Last year's loss in the semifinals was definitely a heartbreaker. We know what we are capable of. We need to come out and work hard.

This was not the very finest quality of weaving with gold thread, of the kind that was being produced for the leading courts of the day by the Brussels workshops. Rather, it reflects the sort of medium-quality tapestries that the Florence workshops were producing at this time for use in the Medici palaces. Still, the pride they must have felt, knowing this would be destined to go to Como. Tapestry was such an important part of the theatrical presentation of the day. It was the whole stage set against which the formal side of life was acted out.

Our bugles sang truce - for the night-cloud had lowered, / And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.

Lochiel, Lochiel! beware of the day / When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array!

I think of those weavers working through the damp Christmas months to get the tapestry done in six months per the contract in Florence, and clinging to every minute of daylight. Probably they had the artist breathing down their neck.

That would be important to us to honor our dad.

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

While the battle rages loud and long, / And the stormy winds do blow.

We came into the region 8-0 and then lost to Cedar Shoals, that got us down, and then lost to Jackson County 11-10, both those were one run games. We were 1-5 before this game. We needed this one and we'll take whatever we can get.

We had him stopped when he left the house, ... Then we went to the home.

We had Officer David Silva and Officer Percy Smith go up and knock on the door,

We don't know what we have here. There might be something.

While memory watches o'er the sad reviewOf joys that faded like the morning dew.

We got into the home with no problem.

We saw that the Williston paper said that their goalie could be the best in the West and that inspired us a little bit.

Britannia needs no bulwarks, / No towers along the steep; / Her march is o'er the mountain waves, / Her home is on the deep.

Better be courted and jiltedThan never be courted at all.

Every day, he would drive into the city at noon and sell all day, ... He returned to West Warwick most nights around 8. It was a job for him.

And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

The waters wild went o'er his child, / And he was left lamenting.

O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, to waft us home the message of despair?

Of Nelson and the North / Sing the glorious day's renown, / When to battle fierce came forth / All the might of Denmark's crown, / And her arms along the deep proudly shone.

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

How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning.

Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,/ And Freedom shrieked - as Kosciusko fell!

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, / Who rush to glory, or the grave! / Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, / And charge with all thy chivalry!

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

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