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Samuel Rogers

Think nothing done while aught remains to do.

Think nothing done while aught remains to do.

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Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

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She was good as she was fair,

She was good as she was fair,
None–none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.

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The good are better made by ill,

The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

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A guardian angel o’er his life presiding,

A guardian angel o’er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

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Fireside happiness, to hours of ease

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

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Samuel Rogers

The soul of music slumbers in the shell

The soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell;
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!

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Samuel Rogers

Then never less alone than when alone.

Then never less alone than when alone.

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Samuel Rogers

Those that he loved so long and sees no more,

Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,–not dead, but gone before,
He gathers round him.

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Samuel Rogers

Mine be a cot beside the hill;

Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near.

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Samuel Rogers

That very law which moulds a tear

That very law which moulds a tear
And bids it trickle from its source,–
That law preserves the earth a sphere,
And guides the planets in their course.

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Samuel Rogers

Go! you may call it madness, folly;

Go! you may call it madness, folly;
You shall not chase my gloom away!
There ‘s such a charm in melancholy
I would not if I could be gay.

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Samuel Rogers

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.