46 Quotes by Samuel Rogers

A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.

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 am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!

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.

Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible.

Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.