01c. 1809 ADSweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
02c. 1809 ADShe 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 / quote ↗
03c. 1809 ADThe good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
04c. 1809 ADA guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
05c. 1809 ADFireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
06c. 1809 ADThe 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 / quote ↗
08c. 1809 ADThose that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,—not dead, but gone before,— He gathers round him.Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
09c. 1809 ADMine 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 / quote ↗
10c. 1809 ADThat 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 / quote ↗
11c. 1809 ADGo! 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 / quote ↗
13c. 1809 ADWard has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
14c. 1809 ADThe 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 / quote ↗
15c. 1809 ADWhen by a good man’s grave I muse alone, Methinks an angel sits upon the stone; Like those of old on that thrice-hallowed night, Who sate and watched in heavenly raiment bright; And with a voice inspiring joy, not fear, Said, pointing upward, that he is not here, That he is risen!Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
16c. 1809 ADWhen by a good man’s grave I muse alone, Methinks an angel sits upon the stone; Like those of old, on that thrice-hallowed night, Who sat and watched in raiment heavenly bright; And with a voice inspiring joy, not fear, Says, pointing upwards—that he is not here, That he is risen.Samuel Rogers / quote ↗
17c. 1809 ADThe 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 / quote ↗
