Quotes
Quotes - Campbell
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Mother of dead dogs.
Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.
Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood.
Britannia needs no bulwarks No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain wave, Her home is on the deep.
In England three are sixty different religions, and only one sauce. [It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes religieuses differentes, et une seule sauce.]
The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
The wine is poured, you should drink it. [Fr., Le vin est verse, il faut le boire.]
United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.
The meteor flag of England.
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you 'tis true: Yet wildings of nature, I dote upon you, For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.
Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! . . . . O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, And in their deaths had not divided been.
'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before.
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
Cease, every joy, to glimmer in my mind, But leave,--oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing. To wander along by the wind-beaten hill. But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing. To wander along by the wind-beaten hill. But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to die.
The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.
There can be a fundamental gulf of gracelessness in a human heart which neither our love nor our courage can bridge.
Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky.
