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Samuel Rogers Quotes

1763–1855 England

Samuel Rogers (30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855) was an English poet.

England
Poets

Also known as: Rogers, Samuel, Samuel Rodgers

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Oh ! 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.

Jacqueline (1814)

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

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

Jacqueline (1814)

Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!
Thy chain of adamant can bind
That little world, the human mind,
And sink its noblest powers to impotence.

Ode to Superstition (1786)

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

Thou first, best friend that Heav'n assigns below
To sooth and sweeten all the cares we know.

The Pleasures of Memory (1792)

Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it:
He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.

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.

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!

Age has now
Stamped with its signet that ingenuous brow.

When nature pleas'd, for life itself was new,
And the heart promis'd what the fancy drew.

The Pleasures of Memory (1792)

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

That old hereditary bore,
The steward.

Italy (1822)

Day glimmer'd in the east, and the white Moon
Hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky.

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

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.

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.

A Wish (1834)

Lo, steel-clad War his gorgeous standard rears !
The red-cross squadrons madly rage,
And mow thro' infancy and age

Ode to Superstition (1786)

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

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

The Pleasures of Memory (1792)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Samuel Rogers (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.