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Page 13
Ah , then , what honest triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To
bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet ,
his tresses silver - grey ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his
...
Ah , then , what honest triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To
bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet ,
his tresses silver - grey ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his
...
Page 17
Her eyes had blessed the beacon's glimmering height , That faintly tipt the
feathery surge with light ; But now the morn with orient hues pourtrayed Each
castled cliff , and brown monastic shade : All touched the talisman's resistless
spring , And ...
Her eyes had blessed the beacon's glimmering height , That faintly tipt the
feathery surge with light ; But now the morn with orient hues pourtrayed Each
castled cliff , and brown monastic shade : All touched the talisman's resistless
spring , And ...
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As now at VIRGIL's tomb We bless the shade , and bid the verdure bloom : So
TULLY paused , amid the wrecks of Time , On the rude stone to trace the truth
sublime ; When at his feet , in honoured dust disclosed , The immortal sage of ...
As now at VIRGIL's tomb We bless the shade , and bid the verdure bloom : So
TULLY paused , amid the wrecks of Time , On the rude stone to trace the truth
sublime ; When at his feet , in honoured dust disclosed , The immortal sage of ...
Page 21
... gazed , and nations blessed the sight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and
mountains rise , Eclipse her native shades , her native skies :' Tis vain ! thro '
Ether's pathless wilds she goes 21.
... gazed , and nations blessed the sight . Pile rocks on rocks , bid woods and
mountains rise , Eclipse her native shades , her native skies :' Tis vain ! thro '
Ether's pathless wilds she goes 21.
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To each soft note return as soft a sigh , And bless the youth that bids her
slumbers fly . But not till Time has calmed the ruffled breast , Are these fond
dreams of happiness confest . Not till the rushing winds forget to rave , Is
Heaven's sweet ...
To each soft note return as soft a sigh , And bless the youth that bids her
slumbers fly . But not till Time has calmed the ruffled breast , Are these fond
dreams of happiness confest . Not till the rushing winds forget to rave , Is
Heaven's sweet ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | Edward Moxon, 1842 |
| Original from | The British Library |
| Digitized | 24 Nov 2016 |
| Length | 304 pages |
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