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Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , When the hushed grove has sung its parting lay ; ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on to meet the evening - star ; > Above , below , aerial murmurs swell , From ROGERS ...
Oft at the silent , shadowy close of day , When the hushed grove has sung its parting lay ; ; When pensive Twilight , in her dusky car , Comes slowly on to meet the evening - star ; > Above , below , aerial murmurs swell , From ROGERS ...
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And once , alas , nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne , and from his door Slowly ...
And once , alas , nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne , and from his door Slowly ...
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How oft , as dead , on the warm turf we lie , While many an emmet comes with curious eye ; And on her nest the watchful wren sits by ! Nor do we speak or move , or hear or see ; So like what once we were , and once again shall be !
How oft , as dead , on the warm turf we lie , While many an emmet comes with curious eye ; And on her nest the watchful wren sits by ! Nor do we speak or move , or hear or see ; So like what once we were , and once again shall be !
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Look where he comes ! Rejoicing in his birth , Awhile he moves as in a heaven on earth ! Sun , moon , and stars — the land , the sea , the sky To him shine out as in a galaxy ! But soon ' tis past — the light has died 84 ROGERS ' POEMS ...
Look where he comes ! Rejoicing in his birth , Awhile he moves as in a heaven on earth ! Sun , moon , and stars — the land , the sea , the sky To him shine out as in a galaxy ! But soon ' tis past — the light has died 84 ROGERS ' POEMS ...
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The day arrives , the moment wished and feared ; The child is born , by many a pang endeared . And now the mother's ear has caught his cry ; Oh grant the cherub to her asking eye ! He comes — she clasps him . To her bosom ROGERS ' POEMS ...
The day arrives , the moment wished and feared ; The child is born , by many a pang endeared . And now the mother's ear has caught his cry ; Oh grant the cherub to her asking eye ! He comes — she clasps him . To her bosom ROGERS ' POEMS ...
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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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