Samuel Rogers's Poetry, by first line

• Italy : 39. The Fountain

  It was a well
  Of whitest marble, white as from the quarry;

  40 lines
• To a Friend on his Marriage

  On thee, blest youth, a father's hand confers
  The maid thy earliest, fondest wishes knew.

  24 lines
• The Alps at Day-break

  The sun-beams streak the azure skies,
  And line with light the mountain's brow:

  16 lines
• A Farewell

  Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!
  I must be gone while yet I may,

  20 lines
• A Wish

  Mine be a cot beside the hill,
  A bee-hive's hum shall sooth my ear;

  16 lines, 1 comment
• An Italian Song

  Dear is my little native vale,
  The ring-dove builds and murmurs there;

  18 lines
• Written at Dropmore

  Grenville, to thee my gratitude is due
  For many an hour of studious musing here,

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• Written in July

  Grey, thou hast served, and well, the sacred Cause
  That Hampden, Sydney died for. Thou hast stood,

  22 lines
• Italy : 13. Coll'Alto

  "In this neglected mirror (the broad frame
  Of massy silver serves to testify

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• The Boy of Egremond

  "Say what remains when Hope is fled?"
  She answered, "Endless weeping!"

  39 lines
• Italy : 29. Montorio

      Generous, and ardent, and as romantic as he could be,
  Montorio was in his earliest youth, when, on a summer-

  95 lines
• Italy : 32. National Prejudices

  'Another Assassination! This venerable City,'  I ex-
  claimed, 'what is it, but as it began, a nest of robbers

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• Italy : 40. Banditti

  'Tis a wild life, fearful and full of change,
  The mountain-robber's.  On the watch he lies,

  114 lines
• Italy : 26. The Campagna Of Florence

  'Tis morning.  Let us wander through the fields,
  Where Cimabue found a shepherd-boy

  336 lines
• Italy : 36. The Nun

  'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now
  On her hard pillow -- there, alas, to be

  78 lines
• Jacqueline

  'Twas Autumn; thro' Provence had ceased
  The vintage, and the vintage-feast.

  380 lines
• Italy : 23. Bologna

  'Twas night; the noise and bustle of the day
  Were o'er.  The mountebank no longer wrought

  113 lines
• Italy : 47. Monte Cassino

  'What hangs behind that curtain?'--'Wouldst thou learn?
  If thou art wise, thou wouldst not.  'Tis by some

  58 lines
• Italy : 31. A Funeral

  'Whence this delay?'  "Along the crowded street
  A Funeral comes, and with unusual pomp."

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• To... On the Death of Her Sister

  Ah! little thought she, when, with wild delight
  By many a torrent's shining track she flew,

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• The Youngest Daughter of Lady ****

  Ah! why with tell-tale tongue reveal
  What most her blushes would conceal?

  12 lines
• Reflections - II.

  Alas, to our discomfort and his own,
  Oft are the greatest talents to be found

  23 lines
• Italy : 12. Italy

  Am I in Italy?  Is this the Mincius?
  Are those the distant turrets of Verona?

  38 lines
• Italy : 25. Don Garzia

  Among those awful forms, in elder time
  Assembled, and through many an after-age

  78 lines
• To A Fragment Of A Statue Of Hercules ; Commonly Called The Torso

  And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
  (Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurl'd)

  13 lines
• Italy : 52. A Farewell

  And now farewell to Italy -- perhaps
  For ever!  Yet, methinks, I could not go,

  101 lines
• An Inscription for a Temple - Dedicated to the Graces (at Woburn-Abbey)

  Approach with reverence. There are those within,
  Whose dwelling-place is Heaven. Daughters of Jove,

  6 lines
• A Character

  As thro' the hedge-row shade the violet steals,
  And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals;

  14 lines
• Written in the Highlands of Scotland

  Blue was the loch, the clouds were gone,
  Ben-Lomond in his glory shone,

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• Italy : 17. The Gondola

  Boy, call the Gondola; the sun is set.----
  It came, and we embarked; but instantly,

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