Samuel Rogers

And the Sabbath bell,
That over wood and wild and mountain dell
Wanders so far, chasing all read more

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.

The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.

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

Long on the wave reflected lustres play.

Long on the wave reflected lustres play.

I lived to write, and wrote to live

I lived to write, and wrote to live