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Oh could it still , thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name
endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the
wise and just !Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ...
Oh could it still , thro ' each succeeding year , My life , my manners , and my name
endear ; And , when the poet sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the
wise and just !Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When thro ...
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What secret charms this silent spot endear ? Mark yon old Mansion frowning thro
' the trees , Whose hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement ,
arched with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven
conveyed ...
What secret charms this silent spot endear ? Mark yon old Mansion frowning thro
' the trees , Whose hollow turret wooes the whistling breeze . That casement ,
arched with ivy's brownest shade , First to these eyes the light of heaven
conveyed ...
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Down by yon hazel copse , at evening , blazed The Gipsy's fagot — there we
stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered
mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The
...
Down by yon hazel copse , at evening , blazed The Gipsy's fagot — there we
stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered
mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o'er ; The
...
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Who first unveiled the hallowed form of Truth ; Whose every word enlightened
and endeared ; In age beloved , in poverty revered ; In Friendship's silent register
ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . But when the sons of peace , of ...
Who first unveiled the hallowed form of Truth ; Whose every word enlightened
and endeared ; In age beloved , in poverty revered ; In Friendship's silent register
ye live , Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give . But when the sons of peace , of ...
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When , with the silent energy of grief , With looks that asked , yet dared not hope
relief , Want with her babes round generous Valour clung , To wring the slow
surrender from his tongue , ' Twas thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas !
When , with the silent energy of grief , With looks that asked , yet dared not hope
relief , Want with her babes round generous Valour clung , To wring the slow
surrender from his tongue , ' Twas thine to animate her closing eye ; Alas !
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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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