Tag: Samuel Rogers

Then, never less alone than when alone.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more,

Loved and still loves,—not dead, but gone before,—

He gathers round him.

Samuel Rogers

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.

Samuel Rogers

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

Samuel Rogers

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.

Samuel Rogers