The Poems of Samuel Rogers: With a MemoirLeavitt & Company, 1851 - 340 pages |
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... moved To them that knock'd and nightly sends abroad Ministering Spirits . Lying on the watch , Two dogs of grave demeanor welcomed me 2 All meekness , gentleness , though large of limb , ITALY . 17 The Great St Bernard.
... moved To them that knock'd and nightly sends abroad Ministering Spirits . Lying on the watch , Two dogs of grave demeanor welcomed me 2 All meekness , gentleness , though large of limb , ITALY . 17 The Great St Bernard.
Page 60
... moved there , sable - vested - and the Quay , Silent , grass - grown -- adventurer - like I launch'd Into the deep , ere - long discovering Isles such as cluster in the Southern seas , All verdure . Everywhere , from bush and brake ...
... moved there , sable - vested - and the Quay , Silent , grass - grown -- adventurer - like I launch'd Into the deep , ere - long discovering Isles such as cluster in the Southern seas , All verdure . Everywhere , from bush and brake ...
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... moved , Her eyes cast down , and holding in her hand A fan , that gently waved , of ostrich - feathers . Her veil , transparent as the gossamer , Fell from beneath a starry diadem ; And on her dazzling neck a jewel shone , Ruby or ...
... moved , Her eyes cast down , and holding in her hand A fan , that gently waved , of ostrich - feathers . Her veil , transparent as the gossamer , Fell from beneath a starry diadem ; And on her dazzling neck a jewel shone , Ruby or ...
Page 73
... on the pack he long had led , The miserable pack that ever howl'd Against fallen Greatness , moved that Foscari Be Doge no longer ; urging his great age , His incapacity and nothingness ; Calling a Father's sorrows in ITALY . 73.
... on the pack he long had led , The miserable pack that ever howl'd Against fallen Greatness , moved that Foscari Be Doge no longer ; urging his great age , His incapacity and nothingness ; Calling a Father's sorrows in ITALY . 73.
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... moved The meekness of his soul . All things alike ! Among the six that came with the decree , Foscari saw one he knew not , and inquired His name . " I am the son of Marco Memmo . " ' Ah , " he replied , " thy father was my friend ...
... moved The meekness of his soul . All things alike ! Among the six that came with the decree , Foscari saw one he knew not , and inquired His name . " I am the son of Marco Memmo . " ' Ah , " he replied , " thy father was my friend ...
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Page 276 - WISH Mine be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive'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 335 - 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 ! from
Page 202 - There it was that I found and visited the famous Galileo, grown old, a prisoner to the Inquisition, for thinking in astronomy otherwise than the Franciscan and Dominican licensers thought.
Page 80 - Scripture-stories from the life of Christ ; A chest that came from Venice, and had held The ducal robes of some old ancestor.
Page 265 - THE Sailor sighs as sinks his native shore, As all its lessening turrets bluely fade ; He climbs the mast to feast his eye once more, And busy fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now, each dear, domestic scene he knew...
Page 272 - That very law* which moulds a tear, And bids it trickle from its source, That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
Page 296 - In age beloved, in poverty revered; In Friendship's silent register ye live, Nor ask the vain memorial Art can give. But when the sons of peace, of pleasure sleep, When only Sorrow wakes, and wakes to weep, What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet, with transports so refined...
Page 293 - Quickening my truant feet across the lawn : Unheard the shout that rent the noontide air When the slow dial gave a pause to care. Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear, Some little friendship formed and cherished here ; And not the lightest leaf, but trembling teems With golden visions and romantic dreams.
Page 317 - 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.
Page 293 - ... the cares we know ; Whose glad suggestions still each vain alarm, When nature fades, and life forgets to charm ; Thee would the muse invoke ! to thee belong The sage's precept and the poet's song. What...