Thomas Campbell Poems
- Lord Ullin's Daughter A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, ...
- Freedom And Love How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at ...
- The River Of Life The more we live, more brief appear Our ...
- River Of Life, The The more we live, more brief appear Our ...
- Last Man, The All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The ...
- Love And Madness Hark ! from the battlements of yonder ...
- Ode To Winter When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly...
Born in Glasgow, Thomas Campbell was the youngest son of Alexander Campbell, of the Campbells of Kirnan, Argyll. His father belonged to a Glasgow firm trading in Virginia, and lost his money in consequence of the American Revolutionary War. Campbell, who was educated at the Glasgow High School and University of Glasgow, won prizes for classics and for verse-writing. He spent the holidays as a tutor in the western Highlands. His poem Glenara and the ballad of Lord Ullin's Daughter owe their origin to a visit to Mull. In May 1797 he went to Edinburgh to attend lectures on law. He supported himself by private teaching and by writing, towards which he was helped by Dr Robert Anderson, the editor... more »
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''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 Campbell (1777-1844), Scottish poet. Life of Mrs. Siddons, ch. 18 (1834). Campell referred to the child actor "Master Betty," William Henry...
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 weather?''
``O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.--
``And fast before her father's men
Three days we've fled together,
For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather.
``His horsemen hard behind us ride;
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have...