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Samuel Rogers
A Character
As thro' the hedge-row shade the violet steals, / And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals; / Her softer charms, but by their influence known,
An Epistle To A Friend
Villula,..........et pauper agelle, / Me tibi, et hos unâ mecum, et quos semper amavi, / Commendo.
An Inscription
Shepherd, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner, / Whate'er thou art, who wouldst allay thy thirst, / Drink and be glad. This cistern of white stone,
An Italian Song
Dear is my little native vale, / The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; / Close by my cot she tells her tale
Captivity
Caged in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake / When the hern screams along the distant lake, / Her little heart oft flutters to be free,
Epitaph [1] On A Robin Redbreast
Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said, / When piping winds are hush'd around, / A small note wakes from underground,
Fragments From Euripides
Dear is that valley to the murmuring bees. / The small birds build there; and, at summer-noon, / Oft have I heard a child, gay among flowers,
From A Greek Epigram
While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, / And the blue vales a thousand joys recall, / See, to the last, last verge her infant steals!
Imitation Of An Italian Sonnet
Love, under Friendship's vesture white, / Laughs, his little limbs concealing; / And oft in sport, and oft in spite,
Ode To Superstition.[1]
I. 1. / Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence! / Thy chain of adamant can bind
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