Samuel Rogers

(30 July 1763 – 18 December 1855)

Samuel Rogers Poems

41. Italy : 37. The Fire-Fly 9/3/2010
42. Italy : 39. The Fountain 9/3/2010
43. Italy : 4. The Great St. Bernard 9/3/2010
44. Italy : 40. Banditti 9/3/2010
45. Italy : 41. An Adventure 9/3/2010
46. Italy : 42. Naples 9/3/2010
47. Italy : 44. A Character 9/3/2010
48. Italy : 45. Pæstum 9/3/2010
49. Italy : 45. Pæstum 9/3/2010
50. Italy : 46. Sorrento 9/3/2010
51. Italy : 46. Sorrento 9/3/2010
52. Italy : 47. Monte Cassino 9/3/2010
53. Italy : 48. The Harper 9/3/2010
54. Italy : 49. The Feluca 9/3/2010
55. Italy : 5. The Descent 9/3/2010
56. Italy : 50. Genoa 9/3/2010
57. Italy : 51. Marco Griffoni 9/3/2010
58. Italy : 52. A Farewell 9/3/2010
59. Italy : 6. Jorasse 9/3/2010
60. Italy : 7. Marguerite De Tours 9/3/2010
61. Italy : 8. The Brothers 9/3/2010
62. Italy : 9. The Alps 9/3/2010
63. Jacqueline 9/3/2010
64. Ode To Superstition 9/3/2010
65. On A Tear 9/3/2010
66. On....Asleep 9/3/2010
67. Reflections - I. 9/3/2010
68. Reflections - Ii. 9/3/2010
69. Reflections Iii. 9/3/2010
70. Reflections Iii. 9/3/2010
71. Reflections Iv. 9/3/2010
72. Reflections V. 9/3/2010
73. The Alps At Day-Break 9/3/2010
74. The Boy Of Egremond 9/3/2010
75. The Pleasures Of Memory - Part I. 9/3/2010
76. The Pleasures Of Memory - Part Ii. 9/3/2010
77. The Sailor 9/3/2010
78. The Sailor 9/3/2010
79. The Voyage Of Columbus 9/3/2010
80. The Youngest Daughter Of Lady **** 9/3/2010
Best Poem of Samuel Rogers

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 ...

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A Farewell

Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!
I must be gone while yet I may,
Oft shall I weep to think of you;
But here I will not, cannot stay.

The sweet expression of that face.
For ever changing, yet the same,
Ah no, I dare not turn to trace.
It melts my soul, it fires my frame!

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