Thomas Campbell

When first the fiery-mantled sun

Round the earth and ocean blue,His children four the Seasons flew.First, in green apparel dancing,The young Spring smiled with angel grace;Rosy summer next advancing,Rushed into her sire’s embrace:-Her blue-haired sire, who bade her keepFor ever nearest to his smile,On Calpe’s olive-shaded steep,On India’s citron-covered isles:More remote and buxom-brown,The Queen of vintage bowed before his throne,A…

The Child And The Hind

Come, maids and matrons, to caressWiesbaden’s gentle hind;And, smiling, deck its glossy neckWith forest flowers entwined.‘Twas after church – on Ascension day –When organs ceased to sound,Wiesbaden’s people crowded gayThe deer park’s pleasant ground.Here came a twelve years’ married pair –And with them wander’d freeSeven sons and daughters, blooming fair,A gladsome sight to see!Their Wilhelm,…

Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps,

She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,Smiles on her slumb’ring child with pensive eyes,And weaves a song of melancholy joy:-‘Sleep, image of thy father! – sleep, my boy!No ling’ring hour of sorrow shall be thine,No sigh that rends thy father’s heart and mine.Bright, as his manly sire, the son shall be,In form and soul; but,…

When Scotland’s great Regent, our warrior most dear,

T’ was Edward, the cruel, had reason to fear,And cause to be struck with dismay.At the window of Edward the raven did croak,Though Scotland a widow became;Each tie of true honor to Wallace he broke-The raven croaked ‘Sorrow and shame!’At Eldersie Castle no raven was heard,But soothings of honor and truth;His spirit inspired the soul…

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,

For his country he sign’d, when at twilight repairingTo wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.But the day-star attracted his eye’s sad devotion,For it rose o’er his own native isle fo the ocean,Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion.He sang the bold anthem of Erin Go Bragh!‘Sad is my fate!’- said the heart-broken stranger…

Wizard. – Lochiel.

– Lochiel! Lochiel, beware of the dayWhen the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array!For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight,And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight:They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown;Woe, woe to the riders that trample them down!Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain,And their…

PART I

Although the wild-flower on thy ruin’d wall,And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,Of what thy gentle people did befall;Yet thou wert once the loveliest land of allThat see the Atlantic wave their morn restore.Sweet land! may I thy lost delights recall,And paint thy Gertrude in her bowers of yore,Whose beauty was the love of Pennsylvania’s…

Triumphal arch, that fill’st the sky

I ask not proud PhilosophyTo teach me what thou art; –Still seem; as to my childhood’s sight,A midway station givenFor happy spirits to alightBetwixt the earth and heaven.Can all that Optics teach unfoldThy form to please me so,As when I dreamt of gems and goldHid in thy radiant bow?When Science from Creation’s faceEnchantment’s veil withdraws,What…