The Poetical Works of Samuel RogersG. Routledge, 1869 - 453 pagina's |
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
admire afterwards age to age AMALFI ancient beautiful blessed blest breath called chaos-like charm church Cicero clouds cried dark death delight dream earth Euripides eyes father fear fled Florence gate gazed GENOA Gilbert Wakefield glows gone grey grove hand heard heart heaven holy hour Italy light lived look mind morning never Newington Green night o'er once passed Petrarch Pleasures of Memory poems poet PosILIPO R. B. Sheridan rest Richard Sharp rise Rogers round sacred sail Samuel Rogers sate says scene shade shine shore sigh silent sitting sleep smile song soon soul spirit stood sung sweet tears temple thee thine things Thomas Rogers thou thought thro Titian tower triumph turned Twas Venice Verdea verse voice wander wave whence wild wings young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 299 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco.
Pagina 298 - He who observes it, ere he passes on, Gazes his fill, and comes and comes again, That he may call it up when far away. She sits, inclining forward as to speak, Her lips half open, and her finger up, As though she said,
Pagina 174 - 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. Around my ivied porch shall spring Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew ; And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing In russet gown and apron blue.
Pagina 130 - Her by her smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.
Pagina 282 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own'.
Pagina 136 - THEN before All they 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 night ; A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing...
Pagina 156 - 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.
Pagina 299 - Orsini lived ; and long was to be seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.
Pagina 158 - 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.
Pagina 81 - Twas the hour of day When setting suns o'er summer seas display A path of glory opening in the west To golden climes and islands of the blest; And human voices, on the silent air, Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there...