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 CampbellOn the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
Thomas CampbellThe meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.
Thomas Campbell