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An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , And some , not here called forth , may
slumber on Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; Till this vain pageant of a
world is gone ; The man himself how altered , not the scene ! Lying too deep for ...
An aged pilgrim on his staff shall lean , And some , not here called forth , may
slumber on Tracing in vain the footsteps o'er the green ; Till this vain pageant of a
world is gone ; The man himself how altered , not the scene ! Lying too deep for ...
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Cornelia was called at Rome the Mother - in - law of Scipio . “ When , ” said she to
her sons , “ shall I be called the Mother of the Gracchi ? ” Page 14 , col . 2 , line 57
. On thro ' that gate misnamed , Traitor's Gate , the water - gate in the Tower of ...
Cornelia was called at Rome the Mother - in - law of Scipio . “ When , ” said she to
her sons , “ shall I be called the Mother of the Gracchi ? ” Page 14 , col . 2 , line 57
. On thro ' that gate misnamed , Traitor's Gate , the water - gate in the Tower of ...
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She , whom in joy , in grief you nursed ; Who climbed and called you father first ,
By that dear name conjures— On her you thought — but to be kind ! When looked
she up , but you inclined ? These things , for ever in her mind , Oh are they ...
She , whom in joy , in grief you nursed ; Who climbed and called you father first ,
By that dear name conjures— On her you thought — but to be kind ! When looked
she up , but you inclined ? These things , for ever in her mind , Oh are they ...
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... on his weary mind Him who his wisdom and his power employs Preyed , ere to
arms the morning - trumpet called ; In making others happy ! Where , till the work
was done and darkness fell , Blood ran like water , and , go where thou wouldst ...
... on his weary mind Him who his wisdom and his power employs Preyed , ere to
arms the morning - trumpet called ; In making others happy ! Where , till the work
was done and darkness fell , Blood ran like water , and , go where thou wouldst ...
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For there called forth , to bless a happier hour , They that foretold — too soon
shall they fulfil ' 3 ; It met the sun in many a rainbow - shower ! When forth they
rush as with the torrent's sweep ' , Murmuring delight , its living waters rolled And
...
For there called forth , to bless a happier hour , They that foretold — too soon
shall they fulfil ' 3 ; It met the sun in many a rainbow - shower ! When forth they
rush as with the torrent's sweep ' , Murmuring delight , its living waters rolled And
...
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Page 4 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 9 - Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour ? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! HUMAN LIFE.
Page 35 - CHILD of the sun ! pursue thy rapturous flight. Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light; And, where the flowers of paradise unfold, Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept On the bare earth, then wrought a tomb and slept And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day.
Page 19 - 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 6 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose...
Page 34 - Go — you may call it madness, folly ; You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay.
Page 3 - Long may the ruin spare its hallowed guest ! As jars the hinge, what sullen echoes call ! Oh haste, unfold the hospitable hall ! That hall, where once, in antiquated state, The chair of justice held the grave debate.
Page 19 - Her parents, the duke and duchess, with all the household, gentlemen and gentlewomen, were hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber, reading...
Page 6 - Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,' Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course. And many a stream allures her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she left behind; Its orb so full, its vision so confin'd!
Page 20 - 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Publisher | E. Moxon, 1839 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 25 May 2007 |
| Length | 48 pages |
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