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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 ...
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 ...
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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 ...
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 ...
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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 . The mouldering gateway strews the ...
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 . The mouldering gateway strews the ...
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... once - loved forms , still breathing thro ' their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life -- all whisper of the Past ! с As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , 9.
... once - loved forms , still breathing thro ' their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to life -- all whisper of the Past ! с As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , 9.
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As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening tinged the west , We watched the emmet to her grainy nest ; Welcomed the wild - bee home on weary wing , Laden with ...
As thro ' the garden's desert paths I rove , What fond illusions swarm in every grove ! How oft , when purple evening tinged the west , We watched the emmet to her grainy nest ; Welcomed the wild - bee home on weary wing , Laden with ...
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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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