The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and Notes |
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... which clothes moral anger in imagery of an almost horrible grandeur ; and which , though it cannot coincide with the estimate of reason , yet could only flow from that worship of perfection which is the soul of all true poetry .
... which clothes moral anger in imagery of an almost horrible grandeur ; and which , though it cannot coincide with the estimate of reason , yet could only flow from that worship of perfection which is the soul of all true poetry .
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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 chair ...
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 chair ...
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O grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . 4 Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain , Our thoughts are linked ...
O grant the grateful Muse , Her pencil dipt in Nature's living hues , To pass the clouds that round thy empire roll , And trace its airy precincts in the soul . 4 Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain , Our thoughts are linked ...
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... swelled their strange expanse of sail ; So , when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu , Borne from his leafy hut , his carved canoe , And all his soul best loved - such tears he shed , While each soft scene of summer - beauty fled .
... swelled their strange expanse of sail ; So , when he breathed his firm yet fond adieu , Borne from his leafy hut , his carved canoe , And all his soul best loved - such tears he shed , While each soft scene of summer - beauty fled .
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So Scotia's Queen , as slowly dawned the day , " Rose on her couch and gazed her soul away . Her eyes had blessed the beacon's glimmering height , That faintly tipt the feathery surge with light ; But now the morn with orient hues ...
So Scotia's Queen , as slowly dawned the day , " Rose on her couch and gazed her soul away . Her eyes had blessed the beacon's glimmering height , That faintly tipt the feathery surge with light ; But now the morn with orient hues ...
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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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and Notes |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Editor | Epes Sargent |
| Publisher | Crosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 7 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 460 pages |
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