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Samuel Rogers (1763 – 1855)

English poet.
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Samuel Rogers
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
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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!
The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

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Then never less alone than when alone.
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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.
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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
Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it:
He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
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Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,—not dead, but gone before,—
He gathers round him.
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
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Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
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.

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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.
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