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My love-lies-bleeding. - Thomas Campbell

My love-lies-bleeding. – Thomas Campbell

Other quotes by 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

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Actors, Acting
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Thomas Campbell
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Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before. – Thomas Campbell

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Sunset
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Thomas Campbell
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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

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Snow
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Thomas Campbell
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Other Quotes from
Broken Hearts
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The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. – William Shakespeare, Othello

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Broken Hearts

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. – Author Unknown

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Broken Hearts

Problems are only opportunities with thorns on them. – Hugh Miller, Snow on the Wind

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Broken Hearts

Count the garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall. Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll. – Author Unknown

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Broken Hearts

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Golf is a game whose aim is to hit a very small ball into an even smaller hole, with weapons singularly ill-designed for the purpose. – Sir Winston Churchill

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All things on earth point home in old October sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. – Thomas Wolfe

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