Samuel Rogers Quotes

#1. A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,
skip.

Samuel Rogers

#2. Gentle to others, to himself severe.

Samuel Rogers

#3. Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.

Samuel Rogers

#4. The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.

Samuel Rogers

#5. That very law which moulds a tear And bids it trickle from its source,- That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.

Samuel Rogers

#6. Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

Samuel Rogers

#7. Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.

Samuel Rogers

#8. And the Sabbath bell, That over wood and wild and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy.

Samuel Rogers

#9. The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd,
The child is born by many a pang endear'd
And now the mother's ear has caught his cry;
O grant the cherub to her asking eye!
He comes
she clasps him. To her bosom press'd
He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.

Samuel Rogers

#10. Oh! she was good as she was fair.
None-none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are,
To know her was to love her.

Samuel Rogers

#11. Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Samuel Rogers

#12. I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"
and an echo answered, "Where are they?

Samuel Rogers

#13. By many a temple half as old as Time.

Samuel Rogers

#14. Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

Samuel Rogers

#15. Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day.

Samuel Rogers

#16. Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.

Samuel Rogers

#17. But the day is spent;
And stars are kindling in the firmament,
To us how silent
though like ours, perchance,
Busy and full of life and circumstance.

Samuel Rogers

#18. When a new book is published, read an old one.

Samuel Rogers

#19. When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand.

Samuel Rogers

#20. A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Samuel Rogers

#21. Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

Samuel Rogers

#22. Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
With many a fall shall linger near.

Samuel Rogers

#23. Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Samuel Rogers

#24. Man to the last is but a froward child;
So eager for the future, come what may,
And to the present so insensible.

Samuel Rogers

#25. Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation.

Samuel Rogers

#26. To know her was to love her.

Samuel Rogers

#27. 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? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!

Samuel Rogers

#28. Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain,
Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain;
Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise!
Each stamps its image as the other flies!

Samuel Rogers

#29. Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Samuel Rogers

#30. Think nothing done while aught remains to do.

Samuel Rogers

#31. I lived to write, and wrote to live.

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#32. Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail,
To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours,
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.

Samuel Rogers

#33. To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

Samuel Rogers

#34. Feeling hearts
touch them but lightly
pour
A thousand melodies unheard before.

Samuel Rogers

#35. Example is a motive of very prevailing force on the actions of men.

Samuel Rogers