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Page 49
When age has quenched the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in
her native sphere , Oft will she rise — with searching glance pursue Some long -
loved image vanished from her view ; Dart thro ' the deep recesses of the past , O
...
When age has quenched the eye , and closed the ear , Still nerved for action in
her native sphere , Oft will she rise — with searching glance pursue Some long -
loved image vanished from her view ; Dart thro ' the deep recesses of the past , O
...
Page 55
Winged with delight Confinement ' s lingering hour . The fox ' s brush still
emulous to wear , He scoured the county in his elbow - chair ; And , with view -
halloo , roused the dreaming hound That rung , by starts , his deep - toned music
round .
Winged with delight Confinement ' s lingering hour . The fox ' s brush still
emulous to wear , He scoured the county in his elbow - chair ; And , with view -
halloo , roused the dreaming hound That rung , by starts , his deep - toned music
round .
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When evening tinged the lake ' s ethereal blue , And her deep shades irregularly
threw ; Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove , Down by St . Herbert ' s
consecrated grove ; сг Whence erst the chanted hymn , the tapered rite 56
ROGERS ...
When evening tinged the lake ' s ethereal blue , And her deep shades irregularly
threw ; Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove , Down by St . Herbert ' s
consecrated grove ; сг Whence erst the chanted hymn , the tapered rite 56
ROGERS ...
Page 57
O ' er the wide water ' s deep serene she hung , And her broad lights on every
mountain flung ; When lo ! a sudden blast the vessel blew , And to the surge
consigned the little crew . All , all escaped — but ere the lover bore His faint and
faded ...
O ' er the wide water ' s deep serene she hung , And her broad lights on every
mountain flung ; When lo ! a sudden blast the vessel blew , And to the surge
consigned the little crew . All , all escaped — but ere the lover bore His faint and
faded ...
Page 58
Ah ! still he traced her steps along the glade , When hazy hues and glimmering
lights betrayed Half - viewless forms ; still listened as the breeze Heaved its deep
sobs among the aged trees ; And at each pause her melting accents caught , In ...
Ah ! still he traced her steps along the glade , When hazy hues and glimmering
lights betrayed Half - viewless forms ; still listened as the breeze Heaved its deep
sobs among the aged trees ; And at each pause her melting accents caught , In ...
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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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