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Page 38
Nor paused he there . The master of the scene Saw his light step imprint the
dewy green ; And , slow - advancing , hailed him as his guest , Won by the honest
warmth his looks expressed . He wore the rustic manners of a Squire ; Age 38.
Nor paused he there . The master of the scene Saw his light step imprint the
dewy green ; And , slow - advancing , hailed him as his guest , Won by the honest
warmth his looks expressed . He wore the rustic manners of a Squire ; Age 38.
Page 65
Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth , the azure
sky admire . Of Elfin - size - for ever as we run , We cast a longer shadow in the
sun ! And now a charm , and now a grace is won ! We grow in stature , and in ...
Born in a trance , we wake , observe , inquire ; And the green earth , the azure
sky admire . Of Elfin - size - for ever as we run , We cast a longer shadow in the
sun ! And now a charm , and now a grace is won ! We grow in stature , and in ...
Page 120
Let me , to claim a few unvalued hours , Point out the green lane rough with fern
and flowers ; The sheltered gate that opens to my field , And the white front thro '
mingling elms revealed . In vain , alas , a village - friend invites To simple ...
Let me , to claim a few unvalued hours , Point out the green lane rough with fern
and flowers ; The sheltered gate that opens to my field , And the white front thro '
mingling elms revealed . In vain , alas , a village - friend invites To simple ...
Page 148
I know her by her kirtle green , She comes along the mountain - side ; Now
turning by the traveller's seat ,Now resting in the hermit's cave ,Now kneeling ,
where the pathways meet , To the cross on the stranger's grave . And , by the
soldier's ...
I know her by her kirtle green , She comes along the mountain - side ; Now
turning by the traveller's seat ,Now resting in the hermit's cave ,Now kneeling ,
where the pathways meet , To the cross on the stranger's grave . And , by the
soldier's ...
Page 198
When by the green - wood side , at summer eve , Poetic visions charm my closing
eye ; And fairy - scenes , that Fancy loves to weave , Shift to wild notes of
sweetest minstrelsy ; ' Tis thine to range in busy quest of prey , Thy feathery
antlers ...
When by the green - wood side , at summer eve , Poetic visions charm my closing
eye ; And fairy - scenes , that Fancy loves to weave , Shift to wild notes of
sweetest minstrelsy ; ' Tis thine to range in busy quest of prey , Thy feathery
antlers ...
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Page 197 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ! A beehive'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 181 - Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from CHLOE'S eye ; Then, trembling, left its coral cell — The spring of Sensibility ! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 44 - 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 ! SAMUEL ROGERS.
Page 113 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Page 105 - 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 101 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Page 27 - 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 hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.
Page 101 - 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 77 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light, Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Page 35 - Than when the shades of Time serenely fall On every broken arch and ivied wall ; The tender images we love to trace, Steal from each year a melancholy grace! And as the sparks of social love expand, As the heart opens in a foreign land; And with a brother's warmth, a brother's smile, The stranger greets each native of his isle...
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| Title | Poems, Volume 2 Poems, Joseph Mallord William Turner |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Illustrated by | Joseph Mallord William Turner, Thomas Stothard |
| Publisher | T. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 7 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 295 pages |
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