The Poetical Works of Samuel RogersE.H. Butler, 1852 - 451 páginas |
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... On the road - side between Penrith and Appleby there stands a small pillar with this inscription : * By Henry F. R. Soame of Trinity College , Cambridge . “ This pillar was erected in the year 1656 , 52 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY .
... On the road - side between Penrith and Appleby there stands a small pillar with this inscription : * By Henry F. R. Soame of Trinity College , Cambridge . “ This pillar was erected in the year 1656 , 52 THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY .
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... Stand still to gaze , and gazing , bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining , by his side Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas , nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When ...
... Stand still to gaze , and gazing , bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining , by his side Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas , nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When ...
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... stand - the holy vow And ring of gold , no fond illusions now , Bind her as his . Across the threshold led , And every tear kissed off as soon as shed , His house she enters there to be a light - Shining within , when all without is ...
... stand - the holy vow And ring of gold , no fond illusions now , Bind her as his . Across the threshold led , And every tear kissed off as soon as shed , His house she enters there to be a light - Shining within , when all without is ...
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... stands ! But hush ! .. a shout from the victorious bands ! And oh the smiles and tears , a sire restored ! One wears his helm , one buckles on his sword ; One hangs the wall with laurel - leaves , and all Spring to prepare the soldier's ...
... stands ! But hush ! .. a shout from the victorious bands ! And oh the smiles and tears , a sire restored ! One wears his helm , one buckles on his sword ; One hangs the wall with laurel - leaves , and all Spring to prepare the soldier's ...
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... Stands for his life : there , on that awful day , Counsel of friends - all human help denied- All but from her who sits the pen to guide , Like that sweet saint who sat by RUSSELL'S side Under the Judgment - seat . But guilty men ...
... Stands for his life : there , on that awful day , Counsel of friends - all human help denied- All but from her who sits the pen to guide , Like that sweet saint who sat by RUSSELL'S side Under the Judgment - seat . But guilty men ...
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Página 149 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Página 289 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour ; Now frowning, smiling for the hundredth...
Página 104 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Página 290 - 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.
Página 438 - 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...
Página 86 - 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.
Página 81 - 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.
Página 85 - 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.
Página 55 - And, crowding, stop the cradle to admire The babe, the sleeping image of his sire. A few short years — and then these sounds shall hail The day again, and gladness fill the vale ; So soon the child a youth, the youth a man, Eager to run the race his fathers ran. Then the huge ox shall yield the broad sirloin ; The ale, now...
Página 30 - 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. Ages and climes remote to Thee impart What charms in Genius and refines in Art ; Thee, in whose hands the keys of Science dwell, The pensive portress of her holy cell ; Whose constant vigils chase the chilling damp Oblivion steals upon her vestal-lamp.