The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 460 pages |
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... walls could speak , they would utter a history that would surpass even Boswell's in interest . This volume will no doubt be written , and , with the Poems of Rogers as its companion , will find a place on every parlor table , and on the ...
... walls could speak , they would utter a history that would surpass even Boswell's in interest . This volume will no doubt be written , and , with the Poems of Rogers as its companion , will find a place on every parlor table , and on the ...
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... wall . As o'er my palm the silver piece she drew , And traced the line of life with searching view , How throbbed my fluttering pulse with hopes and fears , To learn the color of my future years ! Ah , then , what honest triumph flushed ...
... wall . As o'er my palm the silver piece she drew , And traced the line of life with searching view , How throbbed my fluttering pulse with hopes and fears , To learn the color of my future years ! Ah , then , what honest triumph flushed ...
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... walls attest , And unborn ages consecrate thy nest . When , with the silent energy of grief , With looks that asked , yet dared not hope relief , Want with her babes round generous Valor clung , To wring the slow surrender from his ...
... walls attest , And unborn ages consecrate thy nest . When , with the silent energy of grief , With looks that asked , yet dared not hope relief , Want with her babes round generous Valor clung , To wring the slow surrender from his ...
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... wall what bright ideas start ! Even now he claims the amaranthine wreath , With scenes that glow , with images that breathe ! And whence these scenes , these images , declare . Whence but from Her who triumphs o'er despair ? Awake ...
... wall what bright ideas start ! Even now he claims the amaranthine wreath , With scenes that glow , with images that breathe ! And whence these scenes , these images , declare . Whence but from Her who triumphs o'er despair ? Awake ...
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... wall ; The tender images we love to trace Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand , As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth , a brother's smile , The stranger greets ...
... wall ; The tender images we love to trace Steal from each year a melancholy grace ! And as the sparks of social love expand , As the heart opens in a foreign land ; And with a brother's warmth , a brother's smile , The stranger greets ...
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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.