The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 460 pages |
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... sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When through the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh ...
... sleeps in silent dust , Still hold communion with the wise and just ! Yet should this Verse , my leisure's best resource , When through the world it steals its secret course , Revive but once a generous wish supprest , Chase but a sigh ...
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... sleep . Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye1 Marked each pure thought , ere registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each ...
... sleep . Ye Household Deities ! whose guardian eye1 Marked each pure thought , ere registered on high ; Still , still ye walk the consecrated ground , And breathe the soul of Inspiration round . As o'er the dusky furniture I bend , Each ...
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... sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ? Ethereal Power ! who at the noon of night Recall'st the far - fled spirit of delight ; From ...
... sleep , When only Sorrow wakes , and wakes to weep , What spells entrance my visionary mind With sighs so sweet , with transports so refined ? Ethereal Power ! who at the noon of night Recall'st the far - fled spirit of delight ; From ...
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... sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown before , And , with the sons of Science , wooed the ...
... sleep ; All rouse Reflection's sadly - pleasing train , And oft he looks and weeps , and looks again . So , when the mild TUPIA dared explore Arts yet untaught , and worlds unknown before , And , with the sons of Science , wooed the ...
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... sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets ...
... sleep : Tremblingly still , she lifts his veil to trace The father's features in his infant face . The hoary grandsire smiles the hour away , Won by the raptures of a game at play ; He bends to meet each artless burst of joy , Forgets ...
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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.