Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. – Thomas Campbell
On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. – Thomas Campbell
The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history. – Thomas Campbell
The patriot’s blood is the seed of Freedom’s tree. – Thomas Campbell
