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Page 52
Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; This emperor , according to
Suetonius , constantly passed the summer in a small villa near Reate , where he
was born , and to which he would never add any embellishment ; ne quid scilicet
...
Say why VESPASIAN loved his Sabine farm ; This emperor , according to
Suetonius , constantly passed the summer in a small villa near Reate , where he
was born , and to which he would never add any embellishment ; ne quid scilicet
...
Page 88
And the blushing Maid , Who thro ' the streets as thro ' a desert strayed ; And ,
when her dear , dear Father passed along , Would not be held — but , bursting
through the throng , Halberd and battle - axe - kissed him o'er and o'er ; Then
turned ...
And the blushing Maid , Who thro ' the streets as thro ' a desert strayed ; And ,
when her dear , dear Father passed along , Would not be held — but , bursting
through the throng , Halberd and battle - axe - kissed him o'er and o'er ; Then
turned ...
Page 129
Oft o'er the mead , at pleasing distance , pass Cosmo of Medicis took most
pleasure in his Apennine villa , because all that he commanded from its windows
was exclusively his own . How unlike the wise Athenian , who , when he had a
farm to ...
Oft o'er the mead , at pleasing distance , pass Cosmo of Medicis took most
pleasure in his Apennine villa , because all that he commanded from its windows
was exclusively his own . How unlike the wise Athenian , who , when he had a
farm to ...
Page 230
At once the fury of the prow was quelled ; And ( whence or why from many an age
withheld ) Shrieks , not of men , were mingling in the blast ; And armed shapes of
god - like stature passed ! Slowly along the evening - sky they went , As 231.
At once the fury of the prow was quelled ; And ( whence or why from many an age
withheld ) Shrieks , not of men , were mingling in the blast ; And armed shapes of
god - like stature passed ! Slowly along the evening - sky they went , As 231.
Page 254
Then Cora came , the youngest of her race , And in her hands she hid her lovely
face ; Yet oft by stealth a timid glance she cast , And now with playful step the
Mirror passed , Each bright reflection brighter than the last ! And oft behind it flew
...
Then Cora came , the youngest of her race , And in her hands she hid her lovely
face ; Yet oft by stealth a timid glance she cast , And now with playful step the
Mirror passed , Each bright reflection brighter than the last ! And oft behind it flew
...
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Page 112 - Though Somnus in Homer be sent to rouse up Agamemnon, I find no such effects in these drowsy approaches of sleep. To keep our eyes open longer were but to act our antipodes. The huntsmen are up in America, and they are already past their first sleep in Persia.
Page 17 - And hence the charm historic scenes impart : Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Page 44 - Lighter than air, Hope's summer-visions die, If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away ! But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power, Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour? These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight, Pour round her path a stream of living light ; And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest, Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest ! HUMAN LIFE.
Page 100 - Cabrieres which till then he neglected it is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man to know himself he tells the proud and insolent that they are but abjects and humbles them at the instant makes them cry complain and repent yea even to hate their...
Page 103 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Page 105 - I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home ; and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, 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 100 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 26 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Page 49 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow • warmer among...
Page 199 - The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet...
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| Title | Poems |
| Author | Samuel Rogers |
| Illustrated by | Joseph Mallord William Turner, Thomas Stothard |
| Contributors | William Miller, Edward Goodall, William Finden, Robert Wallis, Daniel Allen, John Henry Le Keux, James Henry Watt |
| Publisher | T. Cadell, and E. Moxon, 1834 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 2 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 295 pages |
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