Samuel Rogers

Long on the wave reflected lustres play.

Long on the wave reflected lustres play.

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!

Timid dogs more eagerly bark than bite.

Timid dogs more eagerly bark than bite.

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?"

I lived to write, and wrote to live

I lived to write, and wrote to live