 | The poetical works of Samuel Rogers |  |
WRITTEN AT DROPMORE,
July, 1831.
Grenville, to thee my gratitude is dueFor many an hour of studious musing here,
For many a day-dream, such as hovered round
Hafiz or Sadi; thro' the golden East,
Search where we would, no fairer bowers than these,
Thine own creation; where, called forth by thee,
“Flowers worthy of Paradise, with rich inlay,
Broider the ground,” and every mountain-pine
Elsewhere unseen (his birth-place in the clouds,
His kindred sweeping with majestic march
From cliff to cliff along the snowy ridge
Of Caucasus, or nearer yet the Moon)
Breathes heavenly music.—Yet much more I owe
For what so few, alas, can hope to share,
Thy converse; when, among thy books reclined,
Or in thy garden-chair that wheels its course
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Thou speak'st, as ever thou art wont to do,
In the calm temper of philosophy;
—Still to delight, instruct, whate'er the theme.
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