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.
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?
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.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
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.
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.