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... hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Blest were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' short their date , as his who traced them here . 1793 . : ILLUSTRATIONS . A GARDEN SCENE . ENGRAVED BY MILLER ,
... hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Blest were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' short their date , as his who traced them here . 1793 . : ILLUSTRATIONS . A GARDEN SCENE . ENGRAVED BY MILLER ,
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... deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Blest were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' short their date , as his who traced them here . 1793 . * Namque illic posuit solium , et sua templa sacravit.
... deed a fleeting hour employ , Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ; Blest were my lines , tho ' limited their sphere , Tho ' short their date , as his who traced them here . 1793 . * Namque illic posuit solium , et sua templa sacravit.
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... blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - gray ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with mute attention dwelt . As in his scrip we dropt our little store , And ...
... blest ! We led the bending beggar on his way , ( Bare were his feet , his tresses silver - gray ) Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt , And on his tale with mute attention dwelt . As in his scrip we dropt our little store , And ...
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... Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain , Our ...
... Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain , Our ...
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... relates to man and the animal world , the Poem concludes with a con- jecture that superior beings are blest with a nobler exercise of this faculty . THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . SWEET MEMORY , wafted by 42 ROGERS ' POEMS .
... relates to man and the animal world , the Poem concludes with a con- jecture that superior beings are blest with a nobler exercise of this faculty . THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY . SWEET MEMORY , wafted by 42 ROGERS ' POEMS .
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Page 203 - 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 295 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours, but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want. Neither could I condole in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident could do harm to virtue, but rather...
Page 76 - Her by her smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
Page 104 - 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 108 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 110 - 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 69 - For now the caudle-cup is circling there, Now, glad at heart, the gossips breathe their prayer, 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...
Page 103 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 300 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 111 - The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell ; And feeling hearts — touch them but rightly — pour A thousand melodies unheard before...