The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Rogers: With a Biographical Sketch and NotesCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1860 - 460 pages |
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... face : And ere , with iron tongue , the vesper - bell Bursts through the cypress - walk , the convent - cell , Oft will her warm and wayward heart revive , To love and joy still tremblingly alive ; The whispered vow , the chaste caress ...
... face : And ere , with iron tongue , the vesper - bell Bursts through the cypress - walk , the convent - cell , Oft will her warm and wayward heart revive , To love and joy still tremblingly alive ; The whispered vow , the chaste caress ...
Page 85
... face ? Can VIRGIL'S verse , can RAPHAEL's touch , impart Those finer features of the feeling heart , Those tenderer tints that shun the careless eye , And in the world's contagious climate die ? She left the cave , nor marked the ...
... face ? Can VIRGIL'S verse , can RAPHAEL's touch , impart Those finer features of the feeling heart , Those tenderer tints that shun the careless eye , And in the world's contagious climate die ? She left the cave , nor marked the ...
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... faces are but a gallery of pictures , and talk but a tinkling cymbal , where there is no love . " ( 4 ) By these means , when all nature wears a lowering countenance , I withdraw myself into the visionary worlds of art ; where I meet ...
... faces are but a gallery of pictures , and talk but a tinkling cymbal , where there is no love . " ( 4 ) By these means , when all nature wears a lowering countenance , I withdraw myself into the visionary worlds of art ; where I meet ...
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... face " of Shak speare ; and that a portrait of Newton was the only ornament of the closet of Buffon.- Ep . to Kneller . Voyage à Montbart . In the chamber of a man of genius we Write all down : Such and such pictures ; - there the ...
... face " of Shak speare ; and that a portrait of Newton was the only ornament of the closet of Buffon.- Ep . to Kneller . Voyage à Montbart . In the chamber of a man of genius we Write all down : Such and such pictures ; - there the ...
Page 115
... face ; Yet here , in consecrated dust , Here would I sleep , if sleep I must . From GENOA when COLUMBUS came ( At once her glory and her shame ) , " T was here he caught the holy flame . ' T was here the generous vow he made ; His ...
... face ; Yet here , in consecrated dust , Here would I sleep , if sleep I must . From GENOA when COLUMBUS came ( At once her glory and her shame ) , " T was here he caught the holy flame . ' T was here the generous vow he made ; His ...
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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.