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Page 25
Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye Marked each pure thought , ere
registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the
soul of Inspiration round . As o ' er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes
the ...
Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye Marked each pure thought , ere
registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the
soul of Inspiration round . As o ' er the dusky furniture I bend , Each chair awakes
the ...
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wed Those muskets , cased with venerable rust ; Those once - loved forms , still
breathing thro ' their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to
life — all whisper of the Past ! As thro ' the garden ' s desert paths I rove , What ...
wed Those muskets , cased with venerable rust ; Those once - loved forms , still
breathing thro ' their dust , Still , from the frame in mould gigantic cast , Starting to
life — all whisper of the Past ! As thro ' the garden ' s desert paths I rove , What ...
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Even now he claims the amaranthine wreath , With scenes that glow , with
images that breathe ! And whence these scenes , these images , declare .
Whence but from Her who triumphs o ' er despair ? Awake , arise ! with grateful
fervour ...
Even now he claims the amaranthine wreath , With scenes that glow , with
images that breathe ! And whence these scenes , these images , declare .
Whence but from Her who triumphs o ' er despair ? Awake , arise ! with grateful
fervour ...
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So oft the finer movements of the soul , That shun the sphere of Pleasure ' s gay
control , In the still shades of calm Seclusion rise , And breathe their sweet ,
seraphic harmonies ! Once , and domestic annals tell the time , ( Preserved in ...
So oft the finer movements of the soul , That shun the sphere of Pleasure ' s gay
control , In the still shades of calm Seclusion rise , And breathe their sweet ,
seraphic harmonies ! Once , and domestic annals tell the time , ( Preserved in ...
Page 79
... bells ring round , Still in Llewellyn - hall the jests resound : 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 .
... bells ring round , Still in Llewellyn - hall the jests resound : 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 .
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Page 212 - 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 305 - 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 84 - 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 114 - 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 118 - 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 120 - 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 76 - 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 113 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 310 - 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 121 - 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...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Publisher | Lea and Blanchard, 1843 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 2 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 316 pages |
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