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Hence arises our attachment to inanimate objects ; hence also , in some degree , the love of our country , and the emotion with which we contemplate the celebrated scenes of antiquity . Hence a picture directs our thoughts to the ...
Hence arises our attachment to inanimate objects ; hence also , in some degree , the love of our country , and the emotion with which we contemplate the celebrated scenes of antiquity . Hence a picture directs our thoughts to the ...
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Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village - green , With magic tints to harmonize the scene . Stilled is the hum that thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play ...
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village - green , With magic tints to harmonize the scene . Stilled is the hum that thro ' the hamlet broke , When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play ...
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The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the calm scene of many a simple sport ; When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment ...
The mouldering gateway strews the grass - grown court , Once the calm scene of many a simple sport ; When nature pleased , for life itself was new , And the heart promised what the fancy drew . See , thro ' the fractured pediment ...
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Childhood's loved group revisits every scene ; The tangled wood - walk , and the tufted green ! Indulgent Memory wakes , and lo , they live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first , best friend that Heaven ...
Childhood's loved group revisits every scene ; The tangled wood - walk , and the tufted green ! Indulgent Memory wakes , and lo , they live ! Clothed with far softer hues than Light can give . Thou first , best friend that Heaven ...
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Angels , when Mercy's mandate winged their flight , Had stopt to dwell with pleasure on the sight . But hark ! thro ' those old firs , with sullen swell , The church - clock strikes ! ye tender scenes , farewell !
Angels , when Mercy's mandate winged their flight , Had stopt to dwell with pleasure on the sight . But hark ! thro ' those old firs , with sullen swell , The church - clock strikes ! ye tender scenes , farewell !
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Page 113 - 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 19 - And hence the charm historic scenes impart : Hence Tiber awes, and Avon melts the heart.
Page 46 - 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 102 - 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 105 - 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 107 - 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 102 - I have seen all the works that are done under the sun ; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Page 28 - 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 51 - 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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