The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Thomas CampbellTis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Thomas CampbellYe mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!
Thomas CampbellThe prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.
Thomas CampbellThe being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words -- is not limited by words -- nor does it have the specificity of words and thus cannot be broken onto parts that can be manipulated or analyzed by the intellect. It must be swallowed, whole not parsed, sorted and justified.
Thomas Campbell