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The storied arras , source of fond delight , With old achievement charms the
wildered sight ! And still , with Heraldry ' s rich hues imprest , On the dim window
glows the pictured crest . The screen unfolds its many - coloured chart . The clock
still ...
The storied arras , source of fond delight , With old achievement charms the
wildered sight ! And still , with Heraldry ' s rich hues imprest , On the dim window
glows the pictured crest . The screen unfolds its many - coloured chart . The clock
still ...
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Ethereal Power ! who at the noon of night Recall ' st the far - fled spirit of delight ;
From whom that musing , melancholy mood Which charms the wise , and
elevates the good ; Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil
dipt in ...
Ethereal Power ! who at the noon of night Recall ' st the far - fled spirit of delight ;
From whom that musing , melancholy mood Which charms the wise , and
elevates the good ; Blest MEMORY , hail ! Oh grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil
dipt in ...
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And hence that calm delight the portrait gives : We gaze on every feature till it
lives ! Still the fond lover sees the absent maid ; And the lost friend still lingers in
his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she
rocks ...
And hence that calm delight the portrait gives : We gaze on every feature till it
lives ! Still the fond lover sees the absent maid ; And the lost friend still lingers in
his shade ! Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she
rocks ...
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Danger and death a dread delight inspire ; And the bald veteran glows with
wonted fire , When , richly bronzed by many a summer - sun , He counts his scars
, and tells what deeds were done . Go , with old Thames , view Chelsea ' s
glorious ...
Danger and death a dread delight inspire ; And the bald veteran glows with
wonted fire , When , richly bronzed by many a summer - sun , He counts his scars
, and tells what deeds were done . Go , with old Thames , view Chelsea ' s
glorious ...
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... with lifted eye , revered That modest stone which pious PEMBROKE reared ;
Which still records , beyond the pencil ' s power , The silent sorrows of a parting
hour ; Still to the musing pilgrim points the place Her sainted spirit most delights
to ...
... with lifted eye , revered That modest stone which pious PEMBROKE reared ;
Which still records , beyond the pencil ' s power , The silent sorrows of a parting
hour ; Still to the musing pilgrim points the place Her sainted spirit most delights
to ...
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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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