"Campion" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... it should have pleased even a severe judge, might have aroused uncomfortable doubts even in an amiable one. In the first place, its rhymelessness is a caprice, a will-worship. Except blank verse, every rhymeless metre in English has on it the curse of the tour de force, of the acrobatic. Campion and Collins, Southey and Shelley, have done great things in it; but neither Rose-cheeked Laura nor Evening, neither the great things in Thalaba nor the great things in Queen Mab, can escape the charge of being caprices. ...
— Matthew Arnold • George Saintsbury
... by coming off at the third or fourth chop, and the caldron, if it did not boil one day, boiled the next. Howbeit, in our times, the Church has lost that questionable advantage of respites. There never was a shower to put out Ridley's fire, nor an angel to turn the edge of Campion's axe. The rack tore the limbs of Southwell the Jesuit and Sympson the Protestant alike. For faith, everywhere multitudes die willingly enough. I have read in Monsieur Rycaut's 'History of the Turks,' of thousands of Mahomet's followers rushing upon death in battle ...
— The History of Henry Esmond, Esq. • W. M. Thackeray
... pauses are contrived to echo the sense and give the effect of flux and reflux. Versification was understood in that day as never since, and no treatise on English verse so good, in all respects, as that of Campion (1602) has ever been written. Coleridge learned from him how to write his "Catullian hendeca-syllables," and ...
— Atlantic Monthly Vol. 3, No. 16, February, 1859 • Various
... concerned with answering this attack, the bulk of Elizabethan criticism, that of Lodge, [Footnote: Defense of Poetry, Musick and Stage Plays.] Harrington, [Footnote: Apology for Poetry.] Meres, [Footnote: Palladis Tamia.] Campion, [Footnote: Observations in the Art of English Poetry.] Daniel, [Footnote: Defense of Rhyme.] and even in lesser degree of Sidney, obscures the aesthetic problem by turning it ...
— The Poet's Poet • Elizabeth Atkins
... long walk up the Ness, and the going was bad, owing to the shingle. The sea-campion grew everywhere, and in sunny corners the yellow-horned poppy put little spots of colour into a landscape of pinkish grey. The sea was the same colour as the land, for the sun had sunk away into the low thick heavens, leaving the sea ...
— Joanna Godden • Sheila Kaye-Smith
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