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Oh could my mind , unfolded in my page , Enlighten climes and mould a future age ; There as it glowed , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear ...
Oh could my mind , unfolded in my page , Enlighten climes and mould a future age ; There as it glowed , with noblest frenzy fraught , Dispense the treasures of exalted thought ; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart , And bid the tear ...
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The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the calm scene of many a simple sport ; When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment ...
The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the calm scene of many a simple sport ; When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment ...
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The clock still points its moral to the heart . That faithful monitor ' twas heaven to hear , When soft it spoke a promised pleasure near ; And has its sober hand , its simple chime , Forgot to trace the feathered feet of Time ?
The clock still points its moral to the heart . That faithful monitor ' twas heaven to hear , When soft it spoke a promised pleasure near ; And has its sober hand , its simple chime , Forgot to trace the feathered feet of Time ?
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On yon gray stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ring , When the heart danced , and life was in its spring ; Alas ! unconscious of the kindred earth ...
On yon gray stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ring , When the heart danced , and life was in its spring ; Alas ! unconscious of the kindred earth ...
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Each , as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense , Brightens or fades ; yet all , with magic art , Control the latent fibres of the heart . As studious PROSPERO's mysterious spell Drew every subject - spirit ...
Each , as the various avenues of sense Delight or sorrow to the soul dispense , Brightens or fades ; yet all , with magic art , Control the latent fibres of the heart . As studious PROSPERO's mysterious spell Drew every subject - spirit ...
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| Title | Poems |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Publisher | Lea and Blanchard, 1843 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 11 Sep 2007 |
| Length | 316 pages |
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