The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 460 pages |
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... sits between me and a young man whom I find to be a son of Boswell . Lord Holland's speech after dinner . The ode ... sit . Advise with Mr. Rogers . He recom- mends . 66 Dine with July 1st . I foresee a long train of engagements . Mr ...
... sits between me and a young man whom I find to be a son of Boswell . Lord Holland's speech after dinner . The ode ... sit . Advise with Mr. Rogers . He recom- mends . 66 Dine with July 1st . I foresee a long train of engagements . Mr ...
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... sits with his head low down between his shoulders , but his eyes bright with conversational keen- ness of attention , the prominent nose , high cheek - bones , and strong line of brow , looking like the portico of some fine temple ...
... sits with his head low down between his shoulders , but his eyes bright with conversational keen- ness of attention , the prominent nose , high cheek - bones , and strong line of brow , looking like the portico of some fine temple ...
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... sits at home , and sees His children sport beneath their native trees , And bends to hear their cherub - voices call , O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall . But can her smile with gloomy Madness dwell ? Say , can she chase the ...
... sits at home , and sees His children sport beneath their native trees , And bends to hear their cherub - voices call , O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall . But can her smile with gloomy Madness dwell ? Say , can she chase the ...
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... sits sublime , Or wake the Spirit of departed Time . Who acts thus wisely , mark the moral Muse , A blooming Eden in his life reviews ! So rich the culture , though so small the space , Its scanty limits he forgets to trace . But the ...
... sits sublime , Or wake the Spirit of departed Time . Who acts thus wisely , mark the moral Muse , A blooming Eden in his life reviews ! So rich the culture , though so small the space , Its scanty limits he forgets to trace . But the ...
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... sits ; from youth to age Reviewing Life's eventful page ; And noting , ere they fade away , The little lines of yesterday . FLORIO had gained a rude and rocky seat , When , lo ! the Genius of this still retreat ! Fair was her form but ...
... sits ; from youth to age Reviewing Life's eventful page ; And noting , ere they fade away , The little lines of yesterday . FLORIO had gained a rude and rocky seat , When , lo ! the Genius of this still retreat ! Fair was her form but ...
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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.