Samuel Rogers Poems
|82.||To A Fragment Of A Statue Of Hercules ; Commonly Called The Torso||9/3/2010|
|83.||To A Friend On His Marriage||9/3/2010|
|84.||To A Voice That Had Been Lost||9/3/2010|
|85.||To An Old Oak||9/3/2010|
|86.||To The Butterfly||9/3/2010|
|87.||To The Gnat||9/3/2010|
|88.||To Two Sisters - On The Death Of A Younger Sister||9/3/2010|
|89.||To... On The Death Of Her Sister||9/3/2010|
|90.||Written At Dropmore||9/3/2010|
|91.||Written At Midnight||9/3/2010|
|92.||Written In 1834||9/3/2010|
|93.||Written In July||9/3/2010|
|94.||Written In The Highlands Of Scotland||9/3/2010|
|95.||Written In Westminster Abbey||9/3/2010|
|96.||Written To Be Spoken By Mrs. Siddons||9/3/2010|
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 swallow, oft, beneath my thatch,
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,
And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Around my ivy'd porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower that drinks the dew;
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing
In russet gown and apron blue.
The village-church, among the trees,
Where first our marriage-vows were giv'n,
With merry peals shall swell the ...
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.
Caged in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake
When the hern screams along the distant lake,