The Poetical Works of Samuel RogersE.H. Butler, 1852 - 451 pages |
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... looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown ... look he cast , Long watched the streaming signal from the mast ; Till twilight's dewy tints deceived his eye , And ...
... looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown ... look he cast , Long watched the streaming signal from the mast ; Till twilight's dewy tints deceived his eye , And ...
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... 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 ! ' twas thine perchance the first to die ...
... 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 ! ' twas thine perchance the first to die ...
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... looks expressed . He wore the rustic manners of a ' Squire ; Age had not quenched one spark of manly fire ; But giant Gout had bound him in her chain , And his heart panted for the chase in vain . Yet here Remembrance , sweetly ...
... looks expressed . He wore the rustic manners of a ' Squire ; Age had not quenched one spark of manly fire ; But giant Gout had bound him in her chain , And his heart panted for the chase in vain . Yet here Remembrance , sweetly ...
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... Time and Chance present , With modest dignity and calm content . 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 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . 43.
... Time and Chance present , With modest dignity and calm content . 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 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . 43.
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Samuel Rogers. 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 , Its hope in death , its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of ...
Samuel Rogers. 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 , Its hope in death , its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of ...
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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.