Samuel Rogers's Poetry, by popularity

• Italy : 7. Marguerite De Tours

  Now the grey granite, starting through the snow,
  Discovered many a variegated moss

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• Italy : 48. The Harper

  It was a harper, wandering with his harp,
  His only treasure; a majestic man,

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• Italy : 34. The Roman Pontiffs

  Those ancient men, what were they, who achieved
  A sway beyond the greatest conquerors;

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• Italy : 46. Sorrento

  He who sets sail from Naples, when the wind
  Blows fragrance from Posilipo, may soon,

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• Italy : 50. Genoa

  This house was Andrea Doria's.  Here he lived;
  And here at eve relaxing, when ashore,

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• Italy : 8. The Brothers

  In the same hour the breath of life receiving,
  They came together and were beautiful;

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• Italy : 25. Don Garzia

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

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• Italy : 30. Rome

  I am in Rome!  Oft as the morning-ray
  Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,

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• Italy : 6. Jorasse

  Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year;
  Graceful and active as a stag just roused;

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• Italy : 27. The Pilgrim

  It was an hour of universal joy.
  The lark was up and at the gate of heaven,

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• Italy : 51. Marco Griffoni

  War is a game at which all are sure to lose, sooner or
  later, play they how they will; yet every nation has

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• Italy : 28. An Interview

  Pleasure, that comes unlooked-for, is thrice-welcome;
  And, if it stir the heart, if aught be there,

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• Italy : 33. The Campagna Of Rome

  Have none appeared as tillers of the ground,
  None since They went -- as though it still were theirs,

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• Italy : 47. Monte Cassino

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

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• Italy : 3. St. Maurice

  Still by the Leman Lake for many a mile,
  Among those  venerable trees I went,

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• Italy : 5. The Descent

  My mule refreshed -- and, let the truth be told,
  He was nor dull nor contradictory,

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• Italy : 9. The Alps

  Who first beholds those everlasting clouds,
  Seed-time and harvest, morning, noon and night,

  54 lines
• Italy : 26. The Campagna Of Florence

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

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• Italy : 45. Pæstum

  They stand between the mountains and the sea;
  Awful memorials, but of whom we know not!

  114 lines
• Italy : 24. Florence

  Of all the fairest Cities of the Earth
  None is so fair as Florence.  'Tis a gem

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• Italy : 49. The Feluca

  Day glimmered; and beyond the precipice
  (Which my mule followed as in love with fear,

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• Italy : 4. The Great St. Bernard

  Night was again descending, when my mule,
  That all day long had climbed among the clouds,

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• Italy : 29. Montorio

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

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• Italy : 35. Caius Cestius

  When I am inclined to be serious, I love to wander up
  and  down  before  the  tomb  of  Caius Cestius.&

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• Italy : 52. A Farewell

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

  101 lines
• Italy : 43. The Bag Of Gold

  I dine very often with the good old Cardinal * * and, I
  should add, with his cats; for they always sit at his table,

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• Italy : 36. The Nun

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

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• Italy : 31. A Funeral

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

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• Italy : 37. The Fire-Fly

  There is an Insect, that, when Evening comes,
  Small though he be, scarcely distinguishable,

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• Italy : 44. A Character

  One of two things Montrioli may have,
  My envy or compassion.  Both he cannot.

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