The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and Notes |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 31
Page iii
On the morning of the 18th of December , 1855 , SAMUEL ROGERS died in his house in St. James ' Place , surrounded by the works of art and taste which have made it famous for half a century . " He expired , " writes Dr. Beattie ...
On the morning of the 18th of December , 1855 , SAMUEL ROGERS died in his house in St. James ' Place , surrounded by the works of art and taste which have made it famous for half a century . " He expired , " writes Dr. Beattie ...
Page 10
Hazlitt , with some of that perverseness which even talent is not without , said the chief fault of Rogers was want of genius and taste . Perhaps in the whole list of living men of genius no one can be named whose taste in poetry is so ...
Hazlitt , with some of that perverseness which even talent is not without , said the chief fault of Rogers was want of genius and taste . Perhaps in the whole list of living men of genius no one can be named whose taste in poetry is so ...
Page 11
It was the error of the school in which his taste was formed to be over anxious about the harmony and polish of the verse ; and he may be accused of erring with his teachers . Concerning the composition of The Pleasures of Memory ...
It was the error of the school in which his taste was formed to be over anxious about the harmony and polish of the verse ; and he may be accused of erring with his teachers . Concerning the composition of The Pleasures of Memory ...
Page 13
The action of fancy and of taste seems to be affected by causes too various and minute to be enumerated with sufficent completeness for the purposes of philosophical theory . To explain them , may appear to be as hopeless an attempt as ...
The action of fancy and of taste seems to be affected by causes too various and minute to be enumerated with sufficent completeness for the purposes of philosophical theory . To explain them , may appear to be as hopeless an attempt as ...
Page 14
... into the immediate service of a prosperous and improving society , —and when wit taste , diffused literature , and fastidious criticism , combine to deter the young writer from the more arduous enterprises of poetical genius .
... into the immediate service of a prosperous and improving society , —and when wit taste , diffused literature , and fastidious criticism , combine to deter the young writer from the more arduous enterprises of poetical genius .
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Contents
332 | |
338 | |
348 | |
355 | |
358 | |
366 | |
372 | |
378 | |
233 | |
261 | |
267 | |
273 | |
281 | |
290 | |
298 | |
306 | |
323 | |
387 | |
397 | |
403 | |
411 | |
419 | |
443 | |
450 | |
455 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ancient appeared asked beautiful believe better breathed called changed child church close comes cried cross dark dead death delight door dream earth entered eyes face fall father fear feelings fell followed forever gave gazed give gold gone grave grove hand heard heart heaven hour Italy land leave length less light lived look lost manner mind moved nature never night o'er once passed perhaps pleasure poem poet received reflect remained rest rise Rogers round sacred says scene seen serve sigh silent sitting sleep smile song soon soul speak spirit stand step stood story sweet tears thee things thou thought thousand till traveller turned Venice voice walls wander waters wave wild young youth
Popular passages
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.