The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 460 pages |
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... sigh , a tear ; Then steal away , give little warning , Choose thine own time ; Say not good - night , but , in some happier clime , Bid me good - morning . ' It makes the thought of death cheerful to represent it thus , as Life looking ...
... sigh , a tear ; Then steal away , give little warning , Choose thine own time ; Say not good - night , but , in some happier clime , Bid me good - morning . ' It makes the thought of death cheerful to represent it thus , as Life looking ...
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... sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ? Ethereal Power ! who at the noon of night Recall'st the far - fled spirit of delight ; From whom that musing , melancholy mood Which charms the wise , and elevates the good ; Blest MEMORY ...
... sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ? Ethereal Power ! who at the noon of night Recall'st the far - fled spirit of delight ; From whom that musing , melancholy mood Which charms the wise , and elevates the good ; Blest MEMORY ...
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... sigh ; This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate 1o Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To Sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , When ...
... sigh ; This makes him wish to live , and dare to die . For this young FOSCARI , whose hapless fate 1o Venice should blush to hear the Muse relate , When exile wore his blooming years away , To Sorrow's long soliloquies a prey , When ...
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... sighs . Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm : Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; 18 Why great NAVARRE , when France and Freedom bled , 19 Sought the lone limits of a forest - shed . When DIOCLETIAN's self - corrected ...
... sighs . Ask not if courts or camps dissolve the charm : Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; 18 Why great NAVARRE , when France and Freedom bled , 19 Sought the lone limits of a forest - shed . When DIOCLETIAN's self - corrected ...
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... sigh , And bless the youth that bids her slumbers fly . But not till Time has calmed the ruffled breast , Are these fond dreams of happiness confest . Not till the rushing winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the ...
... sigh , And bless the youth that bids her slumbers fly . But not till Time has calmed the ruffled breast , Are these fond dreams of happiness confest . Not till the rushing winds forget to rave , Is Heaven's sweet smile reflected on the ...
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admired Æneid age to age AMALFI ancient beautiful blessed blest Boccaccio breathe bright called CANTO charm Cicero clouds Columbus cried dark death delight distant dream earth Epes Sargent Euripides eyes father fear fled Florence flowers forever gazed genius GENOA glows gondolier gone grave grove hand heard heart heaven Hist holy hour Italy light lived look Lord Lord Byron lost Madame de Staël memory mind musing never night o'er once Padua passed Petrarch pleasure poem poet poetical poetry rise Rogers round sacred sail Samuel Rogers sate says scene seen shade shifting sail shine shore sigh silent sitting sleep smile song soon soul spirit stir stood sung sweet taste tears thee thine things thou thought Titian turned VENICE Verdea verse voice wander wave whence wild wings young youth
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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.