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Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of time I turn my sail,
To view the fancy haunts of long-lost hours,
Blest with far greener shades, far lovelier flowers.

— Samuel Rogers Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

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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.

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