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Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ' the world it steals
its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh ,
or charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one ...
Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ' the world it steals
its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh ,
or charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one ...
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Stilled is the hum that thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their
ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play , And games and
carols closed the busy day . Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With
treasured ...
Stilled is the hum that thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their
ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play , And games and
carols closed the busy day . Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With
treasured ...
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When thy last breath , ere Nature sunk to rest , Thy meek submission to thy God
expressed ; When thy last look , ere thought and feeling fled , A mingled gleam of
hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave , Its hope in ...
When thy last breath , ere Nature sunk to rest , Thy meek submission to thy God
expressed ; When thy last look , ere thought and feeling fled , A mingled gleam of
hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave , Its hope in ...
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These , when the trembling spirit wings her flight , Pour round her path a stream
of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest , Where Virtue
triumphs , and her sons are blest ! ic NOTES ON THE FIRST PART . P. 10 , l. 45.
These , when the trembling spirit wings her flight , Pour round her path a stream
of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest , Where Virtue
triumphs , and her sons are blest ! ic NOTES ON THE FIRST PART . P. 10 , l. 45.
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To her bosom pressed , He drinks the balm of life , and drops to rest . Her by her
smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows !
As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy , What answering looks of sympathy and joy
...
To her bosom pressed , He drinks the balm of life , and drops to rest . Her by her
smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows !
As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy , What answering looks of sympathy and joy
...
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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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