Samuel Rogers

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

Samuel Rogers

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease

Samuel Rogers

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

Samuel Rogers

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.

Samuel Rogers

Mine be a cot beside the hill;

Samuel Rogers

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.

Samuel Rogers

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.

Samuel Rogers

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,

Samuel Rogers

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

Samuel Rogers

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.

Samuel Rogers

The good are better made by ill,

Samuel Rogers

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

Samuel Rogers

The soul of music slumbers in the shell

Samuel Rogers

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!

Samuel Rogers

Think nothing done while aught remains to do.

Samuel Rogers

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

Samuel Rogers

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

Samuel Rogers