an English poet, during his lifetime one of the most celebrated, although his fame has long since been eclipsed by his Romantic colleagues and friends Wordsworth, Coleridge and Byron. His recollections of these and other friends such as Charles James Fox are key sources for information about London artistic and literary life, with which he was intimate, and which he used his wealth to support. He made his money as a banker and was also a discriminating art collector.
His literary production remained slow. An Epistle to a Friend (the above-mentioned Conversation Sharp), published in 1798, describes Rogers's ideal of a happy life. This was followed by The Voyage of Columbus (1810), ... more »
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Samuel Rogers Poems
Italy : 14. Venice
There is a glorious City in the Sea. The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Mine be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall sooth my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.
The lark has sung his carol in the sky; The bees have hummed their noon-tide lullaby; Still in the vale the village-bells ring round,
An Epistle To A Friend
When, with a Reaumur's skill, thy curious mind Has class'd the insect-tribes of human-kind, Each with its busy hum, or gilded wing,
Italy : 22. Ginevra
If thou shouldst ever come by choice or chance To Modena, where still religiously Among her ancient trophies is preserved
Italy : 12. Italy
Am I in Italy? Is this the Mincius? Are those the distant turrets of Verona? And shall I sup where Juliet at the Masque
Italy : 30. Rome
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning-ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me?
Italy : 3. 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,
An Inscription in the Crimea
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 Inscription for a Temple - Dedicated ...
Approach with reverence. There are those within, Whose dwelling-place is Heaven. Daughters of Jove, From them flow all the decencies of Life;
An Inscription - For Stratfield Saye
These are the groves a grateful people gave For noblest service; and from age to age, May they, to such as come with listening ear,
An Epitaph on a Robin Red-Breast
Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said, When piping winds are hushed around, A small note wakes from the underground,
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!
Italy : 1. The Lake Of Geneva
Day glimmered in the east, and the white Moon Hung like a vapour in the cloudless sky, Yet visible, when on my way I went,
Comments about Samuel Rogers
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Italy : 14. Venice
There is a glorious City in the Sea.
The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,
Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Clings to the marble of her palaces.
No track of men, no footsteps to and fro,
Lead to her gates. The path lies o'er the Sea,
Invisible; and from the land we went,
As to a floating City -- steering in,
And gliding up her streets as in a dream,
So smoothly, silently -- by many a dome,
Mosque-like, and many a stately portico,
The statues ranged along an azure sky;
By many a pile in more than Eastern pride,
Of old the residence of ...