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
The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.
By many a temple half as old as Time.
Think nothing done while aught remains to do.
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
That very law which moulds a tear And bids it trickle from its source,- That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
When a new book is published, read an old one.
Feeling hearts--touch them but lightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
I lived to write, and wrote to live.
Oh! she was good as she was fair. None-none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are, To know her was to love her.