Samuel Rogers
Samuel Rogers
Samuel Rogerswas an English poet, during his lifetime one of the most celebrated, although his fame has long since been eclipsed by his Romantic colleagues and friends Wordsworth, Coleridge and Byron. His recollections of these and other friends such as Charles James Fox are key sources for information about London artistic and literary life, with which he was intimate, and which he used his wealth to support. He made his money as a banker and was also a discriminating art...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 July 1763
To know her was to love her.
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.
Then never less alone than when alone.
Almost all men are over anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. Every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor and on they go as their fathers went before them till weary and sick at heart they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood.
Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
Example is a motive of very prevailing force on the actions of men.
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.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
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.
Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation.