The Poems of Samuel Rogers: With a MemoirLeavitt & Company, 1851 - 340 pages |
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... NIGHT was again descending , when my mule , That all day long had climb'd among the clouds . Higher and higher still , as by a stair Let down from Heaven itself , transporting me , Stopp'd , to the joy of both , at that low door So near ...
... NIGHT was again descending , when my mule , That all day long had climb'd among the clouds . Higher and higher still , as by a stair Let down from Heaven itself , transporting me , Stopp'd , to the joy of both , at that low door So near ...
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... night and day , defiled Along this path to conquer at Marengo . Well I remember how I met them here , As the light died away , and how Napoleon , Wrapt in his cloak - I could not be deceived- Rein'd in his horse , and ask'd me , as I ...
... night and day , defiled Along this path to conquer at Marengo . Well I remember how I met them here , As the light died away , and how Napoleon , Wrapt in his cloak - I could not be deceived- Rein'd in his horse , and ask'd me , as I ...
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... night con- versed In many a chalet round the peak of terror , * Round Tacul , Tour , Well - horn and Rosenlau , And Her , whose throne is inaccessible , † Who sits , withdrawn , in virgin - majesty , Nor oft unveils . Anon an Avalanche ...
... night con- versed In many a chalet round the peak of terror , * Round Tacul , Tour , Well - horn and Rosenlau , And Her , whose throne is inaccessible , † Who sits , withdrawn , in virgin - majesty , Nor oft unveils . Anon an Avalanche ...
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... night under a freezing sky , Each guarding each the while from sleeping , falling . Oh , ' t was a sport he lov'd dearer than life , And only would with life itself relinquish ! " My sire , my grandsire died among these wilds . As for ...
... night under a freezing sky , Each guarding each the while from sleeping , falling . Oh , ' t was a sport he lov'd dearer than life , And only would with life itself relinquish ! " My sire , my grandsire died among these wilds . As for ...
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... way - side - just where the rock Is riven asunder , and the Evil One Has bridged the gulf , a wondrous monument ( 5 ) * Lichen Geographicus . Built in one night , from which the flood beneath 28 ITALY . Marguerite de Tours.
... way - side - just where the rock Is riven asunder , and the Evil One Has bridged the gulf , a wondrous monument ( 5 ) * Lichen Geographicus . Built in one night , from which the flood beneath 28 ITALY . Marguerite de Tours.
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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...