A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
Samuel Rogers
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;
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;
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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,
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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, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
Samuel Rogers
That very law which moulds a tear
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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, As odours crushed are sweeter still.
Samuel Rogers
Then never less alone than when alone.
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