The Poetical Works of Samuel RogersE.H. Butler, 1852 - 451 pages |
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... fears , To learn the colour of my future years ! Ah , then , what honest triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver ...
... fears , To learn the colour of my future years ! Ah , then , what honest triumph flushed my breast ; This truth once known - To bless is to be blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver ...
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... fear the frowns of Fate ? Hers what no wealth can buy , no power create ! A little world of clear and cloudless day , Nor wrecked by storms , nor mouldered by decay ; } 1 A world , with MEMORY'S ceaseless sunshine blest , 32 THE ...
... fear the frowns of Fate ? Hers what no wealth can buy , no power create ! A little world of clear and cloudless day , Nor wrecked by storms , nor mouldered by decay ; } 1 A world , with MEMORY'S ceaseless sunshine blest , 32 THE ...
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... fear to die ; For what , except the instinctive fear Lest she survive , detains me here , When " all the life of life " is fled ? - What , but the deep inherent dread , Lest she beyond the grave resume her reign , And realize the hell ...
... fear to die ; For what , except the instinctive fear Lest she survive , detains me here , When " all the life of life " is fled ? - What , but the deep inherent dread , Lest she beyond the grave resume her reign , And realize the hell ...
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... Fear . Hope shakes his cap and bells , And flowers spring up among the woodland dells . To Hope he listens , wandering without measure Thro ' sun and shade , lost in a trance of pleasure ; And , if to Fear but for a weary mile , Hope ...
... Fear . Hope shakes his cap and bells , And flowers spring up among the woodland dells . To Hope he listens , wandering without measure Thro ' sun and shade , lost in a trance of pleasure ; And , if to Fear but for a weary mile , Hope ...
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... Fear In turn prevail , Joy most ; and through the year Tempering the ardent , urging night and day Him who shrinks back or wanders from the way , Praising each highly - from a wish to raise Their merits to the level of his Praise ...
... Fear In turn prevail , Joy most ; and through the year Tempering the ardent , urging night and day Him who shrinks back or wanders from the way , Praising each highly - from a wish to raise Their merits to the level of his Praise ...
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Page 149 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 289 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now frowning, smiling for the hundredth...
Page 104 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Page 290 - That mouldering chest was noticed; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, Why not remove it from its lurking place? 'Twas done as soon as said; but on the way It burst, it fell; and lo, a skeleton, With here and there a pearl, an emerald-stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold.
Page 438 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Page 86 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 81 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised : thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Page 85 - I wis, all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas ! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 55 - And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale, now...
Page 30 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.