The Poems of Samuel Rogers: With a MemoirLeavitt & Company, 1851 - 340 pages |
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... And the bright Sun was in the firmament , A thousand shadows of a thousand hues Chequering the clear expanse . Awhile his orb Hung o'er thy trackless fields of snow , Mont Blanc , Thy seas of ice and ice - built promontories , ITALY . 15.
... And the bright Sun was in the firmament , A thousand shadows of a thousand hues Chequering the clear expanse . Awhile his orb Hung o'er thy trackless fields of snow , Mont Blanc , Thy seas of ice and ice - built promontories , ITALY . 15.
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... o'er me A wonder as at things I had not heard of ! Oft as I look'd , I felt as though it were For the first time ... o'er Mont Cenis , o'er the Simplon winds A path of pleasure . Like a silver zone Flung about carelessly , it shines afar ...
... o'er me A wonder as at things I had not heard of ! Oft as I look'd , I felt as though it were For the first time ... o'er Mont Cenis , o'er the Simplon winds A path of pleasure . Like a silver zone Flung about carelessly , it shines afar ...
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... o'er the wall by him who journeys up , As though it were another , not the same , Leading along he knows not whence or whither . Yet through its fairy course , go where it will , The torrent stops it not , the rugged rock Opens and lets ...
... o'er the wall by him who journeys up , As though it were another , not the same , Leading along he knows not whence or whither . Yet through its fairy course , go where it will , The torrent stops it not , the rugged rock Opens and lets ...
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... lesser lights Of heaven ; and shalt again . The hour shall come , When they who think to bind the ethereal spirit , Who , like the cagle cowering o'er his prey , Watch with quick eye , and strike and strike again ITALY . 39 Italy.
... lesser lights Of heaven ; and shalt again . The hour shall come , When they who think to bind the ethereal spirit , Who , like the cagle cowering o'er his prey , Watch with quick eye , and strike and strike again ITALY . 39 Italy.
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... o'er the woods , the mountains . Issuing forth , ( 11 ) The hunter meets her in his hunting track ; The shepherd on the heath , starting , exclaims ( For still she bears the name she bore of old ) " T is the White Lady ' ! " XI . VENICE ...
... o'er the woods , the mountains . Issuing forth , ( 11 ) The hunter meets her in his hunting track ; The shepherd on the heath , starting , exclaims ( For still she bears the name she bore of old ) " T is the White Lady ' ! " XI . VENICE ...
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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...