The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 460 pages |
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... wander from it . Hence , though the poem will not bear to be looked at as a whole , and though there runs through it an affectation of beauties which it is not in the author's power to produce , yet it contains passages of such merit as ...
... wander from it . Hence , though the poem will not bear to be looked at as a whole , and though there runs through it an affectation of beauties which it is not in the author's power to produce , yet it contains passages of such merit as ...
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... , Grasped his good sword and half unsheathed to strike " O , born to wander with your flocks , " he cried , " And bask and dream along the mountain - side ; 3 To urge your mules , tinkling from hill to hill 130 THE VOYAGE OF COLUMBUS .
... , Grasped his good sword and half unsheathed to strike " O , born to wander with your flocks , " he cried , " And bask and dream along the mountain - side ; 3 To urge your mules , tinkling from hill to hill 130 THE VOYAGE OF COLUMBUS .
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... wandering in the light of day ! 10 11 12 " What though thy gray hairs to the dust descend , Their scent shall track thee , track thee to the end ; Thy sons reproached with their great father's fame , " And on his world inscribed ...
... wandering in the light of day ! 10 11 12 " What though thy gray hairs to the dust descend , Their scent shall track thee , track thee to the end ; Thy sons reproached with their great father's fame , " And on his world inscribed ...
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... and restless ; rising continually from his bed , and wandering about in the dark . " " Nothing prospered with him ; and it was ascribed to the curses he was loaded with . " . JACQUELINE . 1813 . וי JACQUELINE . I. T NOTES . 159.
... and restless ; rising continually from his bed , and wandering about in the dark . " " Nothing prospered with him ; and it was ascribed to the curses he was loaded with . " . JACQUELINE . 1813 . וי JACQUELINE . I. T NOTES . 159.
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... wandering up and down the wood , To all but her a solitude , Where once a wild deer , wild no more , Her chaplet on his antlers wore , And at her bidding stood . II . THE day was in the golden west ; And , curtained close by leaf and ...
... wandering up and down the wood , To all but her a solitude , Where once a wild deer , wild no more , Her chaplet on his antlers wore , And at her bidding stood . II . THE day was in the golden west ; And , curtained close by leaf and ...
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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.