The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 460 pages |
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... Lost , . To the Butterfly , . An Epitaph on a Robin - redbreast , To the Fragment of a Statue of Hercules , To . . . . . , The Boy of Egremond , Written in the Highlands of Scotland , PAGE 234 234 .235 236 236 237 . 238 . . 238 . 239 ...
... Lost , . To the Butterfly , . An Epitaph on a Robin - redbreast , To the Fragment of a Statue of Hercules , To . . . . . , The Boy of Egremond , Written in the Highlands of Scotland , PAGE 234 234 .235 236 236 237 . 238 . . 238 . 239 ...
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... lost its ancient characteristic principles , and was fully imbued with classical ideas . Hence it acquired faultless elegance ; hence also it became less natural , more timid and more imitative , more like a feeble translation of Roman ...
... lost its ancient characteristic principles , and was fully imbued with classical ideas . Hence it acquired faultless elegance ; hence also it became less natural , more timid and more imitative , more like a feeble translation of Roman ...
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... Lost , would before- hand have been pronounced to be unmanageable . Perhaps the genius of Shakspeare and of Milton has rather compensated for the incorri- gible defects of ungrateful subjects , than conquered them . The course of ages ...
... Lost , would before- hand have been pronounced to be unmanageable . Perhaps the genius of Shakspeare and of Milton has rather compensated for the incorri- gible defects of ungrateful subjects , than conquered them . The course of ages ...
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... Lost , where all is supernatural , and where the ancestors of the human race are not strictly human beings , it must be owned that no successful attempt has been made to ally a human action with the sublimer principles of the Christian ...
... Lost , where all is supernatural , and where the ancestors of the human race are not strictly human beings , it must be owned that no successful attempt has been made to ally a human action with the sublimer principles of the Christian ...
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... Lost , ' emphatic symbol of the uncertainty of fame ; a sketch of Stonehenge by Turner , provoca- tive of endless discussion to artist and antiquary ; bronzes , medals and choice volumes , whose very names would inspire an affluent ...
... Lost , ' emphatic symbol of the uncertainty of fame ; a sketch of Stonehenge by Turner , provoca- tive of endless discussion to artist and antiquary ; bronzes , medals and choice volumes , whose very names would inspire an affluent ...
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Page 158 - Westward the course of empire takes its way, The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Page 207 - ... that by labour and intent study, (which I take to be my portion in this life,) joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written, to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 66 - 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.
Page 244 - SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile — Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow ; Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish — and fear to know ! She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast : — And now, how like a saint she sleeps ! A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above...
Page 205 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 49 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 157 - My conceit of his person was never increased toward him by his place, or honours, but I have and do reverence him, for the greatness that was only proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages. In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength ; for greatness he could not want. Neither could I condole in a word or syllable for him, as knowing no accident could do harm to virtue, but rather...
Page 205 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised : thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Page 207 - I wis all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas, good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 325 - Orsini lived ; and long might'st thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.