Samuel Rogers Secret Poems

  • 1.
    Sleep on, and dream of Heav'n awhile.
    Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes,
    Thy rosy lips still seem to smile,
    And move, and breathe delicious sighs!--
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  • 2.
    Delle cose custode, e dispensiera.
    TASSO.

    ANALYSIS OF THE SECOND PART.
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  • 3.
    And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
    (Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurl'd)
    Still sit as on the fragment of a world;
    Surviving all, majestic and alone?
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  • 4.
    Ah! little thought she, when, with wild delight,
    By many a torrent's shining track she flew,
    When mountain-glens and caverns full of night
    O'er her young mind divine enchantment threw,
    ...
  • 5.
    Oh could my Mind, unfolded in my page,
    Enlighten climes and mould a future age;
    There as it glow'd, with noblest frenzy fraught,
    Dispense the treasures of exalted thought;
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  • 6.
    Well may you sit within, and, fond of grief,
    Look in each other's face, and melt in tears.
    Well may you shun all counsel, all relief.
    Oh she was great in mind, tho' young in years!
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  • 7.
    Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor?
    AĆ« ris et lingua sum filia;
    Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum. AUSONIUS.

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  • 8.
    Oh! that the Chemist's magic art
    Could crystallize this sacred treasure!
    Long should it glitter near my heart,
    A secret source of pensive pleasure.
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  • 9.
    Whoe'er thou art, approach, and, with a sigh,
    Mark where the small remains of Greatness lie.[2]
    There sleeps the dust of Him for ever gone;
    How near the Scene where once his Glory shone!
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Total 9 Secret Poems by Samuel Rogers

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