The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch, and Notes |
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... wind ; When not a distant taper's twinkling ray Gleamed o'er the furze to light him on his way ; When not a sheep - bell soothed his listening ear , And the big rain - drops told the tempest near ; Then did his horse the homeward track ...
... wind ; When not a distant taper's twinkling ray Gleamed o'er the furze to light him on his way ; When not a sheep - bell soothed his listening ear , And the big rain - drops told the tempest near ; Then did his horse the homeward track ...
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... winds her small but mellow horn , 25 Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course , And many a stream allures her to its source . ' Tis noon , ' t is night . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond ...
... winds her small but mellow horn , 25 Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn . O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course , And many a stream allures her to its source . ' Tis noon , ' t is night . That eye so finely wrought , Beyond ...
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... winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the wave . From Guinea's coast pursue the lessening sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every gale . Tell , if thou canst , the sum of sorrows there ; Mark the fixed gaze ...
... winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the wave . From Guinea's coast pursue the lessening sail , And catch the sounds that sadden every gale . Tell , if thou canst , the sum of sorrows there ; Mark the fixed gaze ...
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... wind : And each , with glowing energy portrayed , The far - famed triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvas of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And ...
... wind : And each , with glowing energy portrayed , The far - famed triumphs of the field displayed ; Usurped the canvas of the crowded hall , And chased a line of heroes from the wall . There slept the horn each jocund echo knew , And ...
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... wind ; And , while the coot her jet - wing loved to lave , Rocked on the bosom of the sleepless wave , The eagle rushed from Skiddaw's purple crest , A cloud still brooding o'er her giant - nest . And now the moon had dimmed with dewy ...
... wind ; And , while the coot her jet - wing loved to lave , Rocked on the bosom of the sleepless wave , The eagle rushed from Skiddaw's purple crest , A cloud still brooding o'er her giant - nest . And now the moon had dimmed with dewy ...
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Page 222 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 325 - Stop at a palace near the Reggio-gate, Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain...
Page 205 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Page 446 - There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition, for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.
Page 205 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Page 327 - Orsini lived ; and long might'st thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.
Page 56 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night,— but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 404 - Awful memorials, but of whom we know not ! The seaman, passing, gazes from the deck. The buffalo-driver, in his shaggy cloak, Points to the work of magic and moves on. Time was they stood along the crowded street, Temples of gods ! and on their ample steps What various habits, various tongues, beset The brazen gates for prayer and sacrifice...
Page 207 - ... labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 28 - Ward has no heart, they say; but I deny it ; He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.