Benlomond

Hadst thou a genius on thy peak,
What tales, white-headed Ben,
Could'st thou of ancient ages speak,
That mock th' historian's pen!

Thy long duration makes our livea
Seem but so many hours;
And likens, to the bees' frail hives,
Our most stupendous towers.

Temples and towers thou seest begun,
New creeds, new conquerers sway;
And, like their shadows in the sun,
Hast seen them swept away.

Thy steadfast summit, heaven-allied
(Unlike life's little span),
Looks down a mentor on the pride
Of perishable man.

Thomas Campbell

Thomas Campbell was a Scottish poet, born on July 27, 1777, and is best known for his sentimental poetry. His most famous works are 'The Pleasures of Hope' and 'Gertrude of Wyoming'. Campbell was also an advocate for the establishment of the University of London and the author of several historical works. He passed away on June 15, 1844. Campbell's lyrical verses often reflected themes of patriotism and humanism, and his contributions to literature have been recognized for their emotional depth and rhythm.

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With mind unchekt, and hands unchained,
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    With its own sceptre, could not last;
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As Jove, who forged the chain of Fate,
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His nods, his struggles all too late--
    "Qui semel jussit, semper paret."

To check young Genius' proud career,
    The slaves who now his throne invaded,
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I mourn upon this battle-field,
But not for those who perished here.
Behold the river-bank
Whither the angry farmers came,
In sloven dress and broken rank,
Nor thought of fame.
Their deed of blood
All mankind praise;
Even the serene Reason says,
It was well done.
The wise and simple have one glance
To greet yon stern head-stone,
Which more of pride than pity gave
To mark the Briton's friendless grave.
Yet it is a stately tomb;
The grand return
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The year's fresh bloom,
The silver cloud,
Might grace the dust that is most proud.

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In this ancestral place,
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Roses bleach, the goats are dry,
Lisbon quakes, the people cry.
Yon pale, scrawny fisher fools,
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Are no brothers of my blood;--
They discredit Adamhood.
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