Samuel Rogers Quotes

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

Samuel Rogers
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail,
To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours,
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.

Samuel Rogers
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
Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

Samuel Rogers
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
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
But the day is spent;
And stars are kindling in the firmament,
To us how silent--though like ours, perchance,
Busy and full of life and circumstance.

Samuel Rogers
Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain,
Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain;
Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise!
Each stamps its image as the other flies!

Samuel Rogers
Man to the last is but a froward child;
So eager for the future, come what may,
And to the present so insensible.

Samuel Rogers
The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd,
The child is born by many a pang endear'd
And now the mother's ear has caught his cry;
O grant the cherub to her asking eye!
He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd
He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.

Samuel Rogers
Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire,
As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.

Samuel Rogers
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

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

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.

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

Samuel Rogers
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.

Samuel Rogers
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.

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

Samuel Rogers
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
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
Almost all men are over anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. Every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor and on they go as their fathers went before them till weary and sick at heart they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood.

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

Samuel Rogers