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It calls me hence , beneath their shade , to trace The few fond lines that Time may soon efface . On yon gray stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ...
It calls me hence , beneath their shade , to trace The few fond lines that Time may soon efface . On yon gray stone , that fronts the chancel - door , Worn smooth by busy feet now seen no more , Each eve we shot the marble thro ' the ...
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Time's sombrous touches soon correct the piece , Mellow each tint , and bid each discord cease : A softer tone of light pervades the whole , And steals a pensive languor o'er the soul . Hast thou thro ' Eden's wild - wood vales pursued ...
Time's sombrous touches soon correct the piece , Mellow each tint , and bid each discord cease : A softer tone of light pervades the whole , And steals a pensive languor o'er the soul . Hast thou thro ' Eden's wild - wood vales pursued ...
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Ah , still as soon the young Aurora plays , Tho ' moons and Aambeaux trail their broadest blaze ; As soon the sky - lark pours his inatin song , Tho ' Evening lingers at the mask so long . There let her strike with momentary ray ...
Ah , still as soon the young Aurora plays , Tho ' moons and Aambeaux trail their broadest blaze ; As soon the sky - lark pours his inatin song , Tho ' Evening lingers at the mask so long . There let her strike with momentary ray ...
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Soon as the morning - dream my pillow flies , To waking sense what brighter visions rise ! O mark ! again the coursers of the Sun , At Guido's call , their round of glory run ! Again the rosy Hours resume their flight , Obscur'd and ...
Soon as the morning - dream my pillow flies , To waking sense what brighter visions rise ! O mark ! again the coursers of the Sun , At Guido's call , their round of glory run ! Again the rosy Hours resume their flight , Obscur'd and ...
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Soon is the anchor cast , the canvas furld ; Soon thro ' the whitening surge he springs to land , And clasps the maid he singled from the world . T Stothard punor RA R.H. Cromok ON A TEAR . 158.
Soon is the anchor cast , the canvas furld ; Soon thro ' the whitening surge he springs to land , And clasps the maid he singled from the world . T Stothard punor RA R.H. Cromok ON A TEAR . 158.
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Page 171 - 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 30 - Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no more, His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each, With that mute eloquence which passes speech.— And see, the master but returns to die! Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly ? The blasts of heaven, the drenching dews of earth, The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth, These, when to guard Misfortune's sacred grave, Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Page 157 - OH ! that the Chemist's magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure ! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from CHLOE'S eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell— The spring of Sensibility ! • • Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In thee die rays of Virtue shine; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 172 - 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. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy at her wheel shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Page 167 - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
Page 92 - ... the several degrees of angels may probably have larger views, and some of them be endowed with capacities able to retain together, and constantly set before them, as in one picture, all their past knowledge at once.
Page 66 - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Page 66 - Hail, MEMORY, hail ! in thy exhaustless mine From age to age unnumbered treasures shine ! Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, And Place and Time are subject to thy sway ! Thy pleasures most we feel, when most alone ; The only pleasures we can call our own.
Page 14 - Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, — The tangled wood-walk, and the tufted green. Indulgent MEMORY wakes, and, lo, they live, Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give.
Page 12 - Marked each pure thought, ere registered on high ; Still, still ye walk the consecrated ground, And breathe the soul of Inspiration round.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Pleasures of Memory, with Other Poems |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Publisher | Thomas Bensley, 1801 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 8 May 2007 |
| Length | 187 pages |
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