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Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the ...
Say why the pensive widow loves to weep , When on her knee she rocks her babe to sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the ...
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When DIOCLETIAN's self - corrected mind The imperial fasces of a world resigned , Say why we trace the labours of his spade , In calm Salona's philosophic shade . Say , when contentious Charles renounced a throne , To muse with monks ...
When DIOCLETIAN's self - corrected mind The imperial fasces of a world resigned , Say why we trace the labours of his spade , In calm Salona's philosophic shade . Say , when contentious Charles renounced a throne , To muse with monks ...
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... when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave , Will firm Fidelity exult to brave . Led by what chart , transports the timid dove The wreaths of conquest , or the vows of love ? Say , thro ' the clouds what compass points her flight ?
... when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave , Will firm Fidelity exult to brave . Led by what chart , transports the timid dove The wreaths of conquest , or the vows of love ? Say , thro ' the clouds what compass points her flight ?
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Say , can she chase the horrors of his cell ? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies !
Say , can she chase the horrors of his cell ? Each fiery flight on Frenzy's wing restrain , And mould the coinage of the fevered brain ? Pass but that grate , which scarce a gleam supplies , There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies !
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Say , thro ' what brighter realms she bids it flow ; To what pure beings , in a nobler sphere , She yields delight but faintly imaged here : All that till now their rapt researches knew , Not called in slow succession to review ...
Say , thro ' what brighter realms she bids it flow ; To what pure beings , in a nobler sphere , She yields delight but faintly imaged here : All that till now their rapt researches knew , Not called in slow succession to review ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Publisher | Cadell and Moxon, 1834 |
| Original from | Austrian National Library |
| Digitized | 4 May 2018 |
| Length | 295 pages |
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