- On 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.
- The Harper, st. 1 (1799).
- 'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
- Lochiel's Warning (1802).
- 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!
- Hohenlinden, st. 7 (1802).
- There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath,
For a time.
- Battle of the Baltic, st. 2 (1805).
- Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save.
- Battle of the Baltic, st. 5 (1805).
- Oh, how hard it is to find
The one just suited to our mind!
- Song, st. 1.
- Oh leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
- The Beech Tree's Petition, st. 1.
- Oh! once the harp of Innisfail
Was strung full high to notes of gladness;
But yet it often told a tale
Of more prevailing sadness.
- O'Connor's Child, st. 1 (1810).
- Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
- To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
- Hallowed Ground.
- Absence! is not the soul torn by it
From more than light, or life, or breath?
'Tis Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet,—
The pain without the peace of death!
- "Absence", The poetical works of Thomas Campbell (1837).
- 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!"
- Stanza 1.
- "Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?"
"O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this, Lord Ullin's daughter.
- Stanza 2.
- "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief
"Across this stormy water;
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
My daughter! O my daughter!"
- Stanza 13.
Pleasures of Hope (1799) 
- 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
- Part I, line 7.
- But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.
- Part I, line 40.
- O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
- Part I, line 359.
- Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked—as Kosciusko fell!
- Part I, line 381.
- On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.
- Part I, line 385.
- And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.
- Part I, line 472.
- Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?
- Part II, line 5.
- Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
- Part II, line 21.
- The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd—till woman smiled.
- Part II, line 37.
- While Memory watches o'er the sad review
Of joys that faded like the morning dew.
- Part II, line 45.
- There shall he love when genial morn appears,
Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.
- Part II, line 95.
- And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.
- Part II, line 98.
- Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep
The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!
Though boundless snows the withered heath deform,
And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm,
Yet shall the smile of social love repay,
With mental light, the melancholy day!
And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er,
The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore,
How bright the fagots in his little hall
Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!
- Part II, line 115–124.
- That gems the starry girdle of the year.
- Part II, line 194.
- Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
- Part II, line 263.
- O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
- Part II, line 325.
- But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
- Part II, line 357.
- Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!
What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been
Like angels visits, few and far between.
- Part II, line 375.
Ye Mariners of England (1800) 
- Ye mariners of England,
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
The battle and the breeze!
- Stanza 1.
- While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
- Stanza 1.
- Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
Her home is on the deep.
- Stanza 3.
- The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
- Stanza 4.
Gertrude of Wyoming (1809) 
- A stoic of the woods—a man without a tear.
- Part I, stanza 23 (1809).
- O Love! in such a wilderness as this.
- Part III, stanza 1.
- The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!
- Part III, stanza 5.
- To-morrow let us do or die.
- Part III, stanza 37.