Treasure Island

Samuel Rogers

(30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855)

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,
Surprise all hearts, and mould them to her own.

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Caged in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake
When the hern screams along the distant lake,
Her little heart oft flutters to be free,
Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key.
In vain! the nurse that rusted relic wears,
Nor moved by gold — nor to be moved by tears;
And terraced walls their black reflection throw
On the green mantled moat that sleeps below.

Submitted: Friday, September 03, 2010

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