The Poems of Samuel Rogers: With a MemoirLeavitt & Company, 1851 - 340 pages |
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... play The fool with Time , I should perhaps reserve My leisure for Catullus on his Lake , Though to fare worse , or ... Plays on my cheek how gently , flinging round A silvery gleam : and now the purple mists Rise like a curtain ; now the ...
... play The fool with Time , I should perhaps reserve My leisure for Catullus on his Lake , Though to fare worse , or ... Plays on my cheek how gently , flinging round A silvery gleam : and now the purple mists Rise like a curtain ; now the ...
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... play - fellows ; and some there were , who said , Some who knew much , discoursing of Cristina , ' She is not what she seems . ' When unre- quired , She would steal forth ; her custom , her delight , To wander through and through an ...
... play - fellows ; and some there were , who said , Some who knew much , discoursing of Cristina , ' She is not what she seems . ' When unre- quired , She would steal forth ; her custom , her delight , To wander through and through an ...
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... play- ing , She was wall'd up within the Castle wall . ( 10 ) The wall itself was hollow'd to receive her ; Then closed again , and done to line and rule . Would you descend and see it ? - ' T is far down ; And many a stair is gone ...
... play- ing , She was wall'd up within the Castle wall . ( 10 ) The wall itself was hollow'd to receive her ; Then closed again , and done to line and rule . Would you descend and see it ? - ' T is far down ; And many a stair is gone ...
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... play'd Their parts at Padua , and were now returning ; A vagrant crew , and careless of to - morrow , Careless and ... plays truant , and he raps his box , And prompts again ; for ever looking round As if in search of subjects for his ...
... play'd Their parts at Padua , and were now returning ; A vagrant crew , and careless of to - morrow , Careless and ... plays truant , and he raps his box , And prompts again ; for ever looking round As if in search of subjects for his ...
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... Playing at Mora ( 16 ) on the cabin - roof With Pulcinella - crying , as in wrath , " Tre ! Quattro ! Cinque ! ' " ' - ' t is a game to strike Fire from the coldest heart . What then from thine And , ere the twentieth throw , I had ...
... Playing at Mora ( 16 ) on the cabin - roof With Pulcinella - crying , as in wrath , " Tre ! Quattro ! Cinque ! ' " ' - ' t is a game to strike Fire from the coldest heart . What then from thine And , ere the twentieth throw , I had ...
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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...