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twas thine perchance the first to die , Crushed by her meagre hand , when welcomed from the sky . 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 ...
twas thine perchance the first to die , Crushed by her meagre hand , when welcomed from the sky . 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 ...
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Such grief was ours - it seems but yesterdayWhen in thy prime , wishing so much to stay , ' Twas thine , Maria , thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely - lovely was thy frame , And pure thy ...
Such grief was ours - it seems but yesterdayWhen in thy prime , wishing so much to stay , ' Twas thine , Maria , thine without a sigh At midnight in a Sister's arms to die ! Oh thou wert lovely - lovely was thy frame , And pure thy ...
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-Ah , then ' twas thine Ne'er to forget some volume half divine , Shakspeare's or Dryden's - thro ' the chequered shade Borne in thy hand behind thee as we strayed ; And where we sate ( and many a halt we made ) To read there with a ...
-Ah , then ' twas thine Ne'er to forget some volume half divine , Shakspeare's or Dryden's - thro ' the chequered shade Borne in thy hand behind thee as we strayed ; And where we sate ( and many a halt we made ) To read there with a ...
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So live , that , sinking in thy last long sleep , Smiles may be thine , when all around thee weep . For my version I am in a great measure indebted to Sir William Jones . P. 71 , 1. 11 . " These are MY Jewels !
So live , that , sinking in thy last long sleep , Smiles may be thine , when all around thee weep . For my version I am in a great measure indebted to Sir William Jones . P. 71 , 1. 11 . " These are MY Jewels !
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Be thine to meditate an humbler flight , When morning fills the fields with rosy light ; Be thine to blend , nor thine a vulgar aim , Repose with dignity , with Quiet fame . Here no state - chambers in long line unfold , Bright with ...
Be thine to meditate an humbler flight , When morning fills the fields with rosy light ; Be thine to blend , nor thine a vulgar aim , Repose with dignity , with Quiet fame . Here no state - chambers in long line unfold , Bright with ...
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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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