Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Samuel Rogers More Quotes by Samuel Rogers More Quotes From Samuel Rogers Feeling hearts--touch them but lightly--pour Samuel Rogers thousandfeelingsheart When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand. Samuel Rogers foundationtreasurecare But the day is spent; Samuel Rogers silentstarsbusy Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Samuel Rogers stampslinksbrain By many a temple half as old as Time. Samuel Rogers templeshalftime Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day. Samuel Rogers twilightgamesplay I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race! Samuel Rogers runningmorningart Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it. Samuel Rogers denyspeechheart Then never less alone than when alone. Samuel Rogers solitude A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing. Samuel Rogers angelcaringlife 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 gonelovelong 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 soulfeelingsheart Think nothing done while aught remains to do. Samuel Rogers achievementdonethinking 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 madnessgaymay The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still. Samuel Rogers crushedillmade Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation. Samuel Rogers parismindthinking And the Sabbath bell, That over wood and wild and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy. Samuel Rogers mountainmusicalsound I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they? Samuel Rogers echoesbirthyouth Mine be a cot beside the hill; Samuel Rogers earsbeesfall
