Samuel Rogers

I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my
youth, where are they?"--and an read more

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?"

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And read more

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts touch them but lightly--pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!

Timid dogs more eagerly bark than bite.

Timid dogs more eagerly bark than bite.

Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the read more

Nothing is so secure in its position as not to be in danger from
the attack even of the weak.

Long on the wave reflected lustres play.

Long on the wave reflected lustres play.