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The Soldier’s Dream Our bugles sang truce,—for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,... Poet: Thomas Campbell	The First Kiss How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love’s beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there ’s no untying! Yet remember, midst your wooing, Love has bliss, but love has ruing; Other smiles may make you fickle, Tears... Poet: Thomas Campbell	Hope From “The Pleasures of Hope” 1 UNFADING Hope! when life’s last embers burn, When soul to soul, and dust to dust return! Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour! O, then thy kingdom comes! Immortal Power! What though each spark of earth-born rapture... Poet: Thomas Campbell	The Last Man All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of time! I saw the last of human mould... Poet: Thomas Campbell
To the Evening Star Star that bringest home the bee, And sett’st the weary laborer free! If any star shed peace, ’t is thou, That send’st it from above, Appearing when heaven’s breath and brow Are sweet as hers we love. Come to the luxuriant skies, ... Poet: Thomas Campbell	“Ye Mariners of England” Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow;... Poet: Thomas Campbell	Napoleon and the British Sailor I Love contemplating—apart From all his homicidal glory— The traits that soften to our heart Napoleon’s glory! ’T was when his banners at Boulogne Armed in our island every freeman, His navy chanced to capture one Poor British... Poet: Thomas Campbell	Lord Ullin’s Daughter A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry! And I ’ll give thee a silver pound, To row us o’er the ferry.” “Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?” “O, I ’m the chief of Ulva’s isle,... Poet: Thomas Campbell
Exile of Erin There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eye’s sad devotion, For it rose o’... Poet: Thomas Campbell	Hallowed Ground What ’s hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker meant not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition’s rod To bow the knee? That ’s hallowed ground where, mourned and missed, ... Poet: Thomas Campbell