Poems |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 28
Page
... Chase but a sigh , or charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Blest were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' short their date , as his who traced them ...
... Chase but a sigh , or charm a care to rest ; In one good deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Blest were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' short their date , as his who traced them ...
Page 7
Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With treasured tales , and legendary lore . All , all are fled ; nor mirth nor music flows To chase the dreams of innocent repose . All , all are fled ; yet still I linger.
Her wheel at rest , the matron thrills no more With treasured tales , and legendary lore . All , all are fled ; nor mirth nor music flows To chase the dreams of innocent repose . All , all are fled ; yet still I linger.
Page 44
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 ...
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 ...
Page 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 ! Stothari NOTES Oy THE FIRST PART .
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 ! Stothari NOTES Oy THE FIRST PART .
Page 69
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 ...
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 ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ancient bids bless blest born breathe bright called charm child claim close clouds Columbus comes dark dead deep delight dream earth face father fear feeling fire flowers flows gaze give glows gold gone green grove half hand hear heart Heaven Hence hope hour inspire land leaves light live look lost meet MEMORY mind moves Nature never night o'er o’er once passed play pleasure pure rest rise round sacred sail says scene secret shade shed shine shore sigh silent sits sleep smile song soon soul speaks spirit spring stood sung sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro trace triumphs truth turn Twas virtue voice wake wandering watch wave weep wild wind wings wish young youth
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 |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |