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The poetical works of Samuel Rogers

with a memoir by Edward Bell

Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)

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[Oh could my mind, unfolded in my page]

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THE PLEASURES OF MEMORY.

I.

II.

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AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND.

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THE VOYAGE OF COLUMBUS.

INSCRIBED ON THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT.

I.

CANTO I. NIGHT—COLUMBUS ON THE ATLANTIC—THE VARIATION OF THE COMPASS, &C.

II.

CANTO II. THE VOYAGE CONTINUED.

III.

CANTO III. AN ASSEMBLY OF EVIL SPIRITS.

IV.

CANTO IV. THE VOYAGE CONTINUED.

V.

CANTO V. THE VOYAGE CONTINUED.

VI.

CANTO VI. THE FLIGHT OF AN ANGEL OF DARKNESS.

VII.

CANTO VII. A MUTINY EXCITED.

VIII.

CANTO VIII. LAND DISCOVERED.

IX.

CANTO IX. THE NEW WORLD.

X.

CANTO X. CORA—LUXURIANT VEGETATION—THE HUMMING-BIRD—THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.

XI.

CANTO XI. EVENING—A BANQUET—THE GHOST OF CAZZIVA.

XII.

CANTO XII. A VISION.

[Thy lonely watch-tower, Larenille]

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I.

II.

III.

ODE TO SUPERSTITION.

AN ITALIAN SONG.

THE ALPS AT DAY-BREAK.

WRITTEN IN A SICK CHAMBER.

TO TWO SISTERS.

TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE.

WRITTEN TO BE SPOKEN BY MRS. SIDDONS.

FROM EURIPIDES.

FROM AN ITALIAN SONNET.

FROM A GREEK EPIGRAM.

WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT.

TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY ---

TO A VOICE THAT HAD BEEN LOST.

TO THE BUTTERFLY.

TO THE FRAGMENT OF A STATUE OF HERCULES,

AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN-REDBREAST.

THE BOY OF EGREMOND.

WRITTEN IN THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND

AN INSCRIPTION IN THE CRIMEA.

AN INSCRIPTION FOR A TEMPLE DEDICATED TO THE GRACES.

WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT.

FROM AN ITALIAN SONNET.

WRITTEN IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

WRITTEN AT DROPMORE,

WRITTEN AT STRATHFIELD SAYE.

WRITTEN IN JULY, 1834.

WRITTEN IN 1834.

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THE LAKE OF GENEVA.

ST. MAURICE.

THE GREAT ST. BERNARD.

MARGUERITE DE TOURS.

ST. MARK'S PLACE.

THE BRIDES OF VENICE.

THE CAMPAGNA OF FLORENCE.

THE CAMPAGNA OF ROME.

THE ROMAN PONTIFFS.

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ST. MAURICE.

Still by the Leman Lake, for many a mile,
Among those venerable trees I went,
Where damsels sit and weave their fishing-nets
Singing some national song by the way-side.
But now the fly was gone, the gnat was come;
Now glimmering lights from cottage-windows broke.
'Twas dusk; and, journeying upward by the Rhone,
That there came down, a torrent from the Alps,
I entered where a key unlocks a kingdom;
The road and river, as they wind along,
Filling the mountain-pass. There, till a ray
Glanced through my lattice, and the householdstir
Warned me to rise, to rise and to depart,
A stir unusual, and accompanied
With many a tuning of rude instruments,
And many a laugh that augured coming pleasure,
Mine host's fair daughter for the nuptial rite

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And nuptial feast attiring—there I slept,
And in my dreams wandered once more, well pleased.
But now a charm was on the rocks and woods
And waters; for, methought, I was with those
I had at morn and even wished for there.