Samuel Rogers

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.

Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,
With magic tints to harmonize the scene.
Stilled is the read more

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.

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

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.