Scottish - Poet | July 27, 1777 - June 15, 1844
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
Thomas Campbell
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I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
FatherAngryMeetSkiesRaging
What millions died that Caesar might be great!
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The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
HeartColdProudStoneNeverSorrow
Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.
MenConquerBrothersSave
Tomorrow let us do or die!
TomorrowDieUsLet Us
And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
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Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
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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.
MeWishYouSinWriteBegin
To bear is to conquer our fate.
FateConquerBearOur
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