Poems [the poetical works of S.Rogers].E. Moxon, 1845 |
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... wandering bell , Or woodman's axe , or steers - man's song beneath , As on he urges his fir - laden bark , Or shout of goat - herd boy above them all , Who loves not ? And who blesses not the light , When thro ' some loop - hole he ...
... wandering bell , Or woodman's axe , or steers - man's song beneath , As on he urges his fir - laden bark , Or shout of goat - herd boy above them all , Who loves not ? And who blesses not the light , When thro ' some loop - hole he ...
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... wander forth like one in search , 6 And say , half - dreaming , Here ST . PREUX has stood ! ' Then turn and gaze on CLARENs . Yet there is , Within an eagle's flight and less , a scene Still nobler if not fairer ( once again Would I ...
... wander forth like one in search , 6 And say , half - dreaming , Here ST . PREUX has stood ! ' Then turn and gaze on CLARENs . Yet there is , Within an eagle's flight and less , a scene Still nobler if not fairer ( once again Would I ...
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... wander on , Till cold and hunger set his spirit free ! And , rising , he began his dreary round ; When hark , the noise as of some mighty Flood Working its way to light ! Back he withdrew , But soon returned , and , fearless from ...
... wander on , Till cold and hunger set his spirit free ! And , rising , he began his dreary round ; When hark , the noise as of some mighty Flood Working its way to light ! Back he withdrew , But soon returned , and , fearless from ...
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... wandering thoughts my only company , And they before me still - oft as I looked , A strange delight was mine , mingled with fear , A wonder as at things I had not heard of ! And still and still I felt as if I gazed Calmly and patiently ...
... wandering thoughts my only company , And they before me still - oft as I looked , A strange delight was mine , mingled with fear , A wonder as at things I had not heard of ! And still and still I felt as if I gazed Calmly and patiently ...
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... wandering thoughts my only company , And they before me still - oft as I looked , A strange delight was mine , mingled with fear , A wonder as at things I had not heard of ! And still and still I felt as if I gazed For the first time ...
... wandering thoughts my only company , And they before me still - oft as I looked , A strange delight was mine , mingled with fear , A wonder as at things I had not heard of ! And still and still I felt as if I gazed For the first time ...
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age to age AMALFI ancient beautiful beneath Boccaccio BOLOGNA breath called Catullus church Cimabue City cliff clime clouds comes cried dark dead death delight Doge door dream drew dusk till dawn earth ELEONORA DI TOLEDO entered ere long eyes father fear fell fled Florence gate gazed GENOA glimmering gold Gondolier gone grave groves hadst hand heard heart heaven holy hour ITALY La Scala lake length light lived look lost Montesquieu moon night noble numbered o'er once Padua palaces passed Petrarch pleasure Pompeii rest ROME round sacred sail sate says seen sigh silent sitting sleep song soon splendour spoke stir stood stranger sung temple thee things thou art thou hast thought thousand thro Titian tomb tower travelled turned Twas VENICE Verdea verse VIRGIL voice walls wander whence wild young youth
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Page 7 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 87 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own'.
Page 112 - When on an idle day, a day of search "Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, " Why not remove it from its lurking-place...
Page 53 - Clings to the marble of her palaces. No track of men, no footsteps to and fro, Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the sea, Invisible; and from the land we went, As to a floating city, — steering in, And gliding up her streets as in a dream, So smoothly, silently, — by many a dome, Mosque-like, and many a stately portico, The statues ranged along an azure sky; By many a pile in more than Eastern pride, Of old the residence of merchant-kings; The fronts of some, though time had shattered them,...
Page 109 - Stop at a Palace near the Reggio-gate, Dwelt in of old by one of the Orsini. Its noble gardens, terrace above terrace, And rich in fountains, statues, cypresses, Will long detain thee ; thro...
Page 35 - WHO first beholds those everlasting clouds, Seed-time and harvest, morning, noon and night, Still where they were, steadfast, immovable ; ' Who first beholds the Alps — that mighty chain Of Mountains, stretching on from east to west, So massive, yet so shadowy, so ethereal, As to belong rather to Heaven than Earth — But instantly receives into his soul A sense, a feeling that he loses not, A something that informs him 'tis a moment Whence he may date henceforward and for ever...
Page 180 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Page 317 - That what the greatest and choicest wits of Athens, Rome, or modern Italy, and those Hebrews of old did for their country, I in my proportion with this over and above of being a Christian, might do for mine : not caring to be once named abroad, though perhaps I could attain to that, but content with these British Islands as my world...
Page 111 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas, she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...
Page 112 - That mouldering chest was noticed ; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, " Why not remove it from its lurking-place ?" 'Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst, it fell ; and lo ! a skeleton With here and there a pearl, an emerald-stone, A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold.