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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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It addresses our finer feelings , and gives exercise to every mild and generous
propensity . Not confined to man , it extends through all animated nature ; and its
effects are peculiarly striking in the domestic tribes . Stothard.R . Finden Goodati .
It addresses our finer feelings , and gives exercise to every mild and generous
propensity . Not confined to man , it extends through all animated nature ; and its
effects are peculiarly striking in the domestic tribes . Stothard.R . Finden Goodati .
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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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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
grass ...
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
grass ...
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... 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.
... 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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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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