Frasi di Samuel Rogers

“Pensa che nulla è stato fatto finché rimane qualcosa da fare.”

“Non importa un granché chi si sposa, perché è certo che il mattino dopo si scoprirà che era qualcun altro.”

“Quando un nuovo libro è stato pubblicato, leggine uno vecchio.”

“Un uomo che cerca di leggere tutte le nuove pubblicazioni dovrebbe fare come le pulci – saltare.”

“A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.”

“Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it:
He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.”

“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.”

“Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!
Thy chain of adamant can bind
That little world, the human mind,
And sink its noblest powers to impotence.”

“Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.”

“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.”

“To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.”

“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.”

“Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.”

“Lo, steel-clad War his gorgeous standard rears!
The red-cross squadrons madly rage,
And mow thro' infancy and age”

“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!”

“Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near.”

“The good are better made by ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.”

“Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,—not dead, but gone before,—
He gathers round him.”

“Then, never less alone than when alone.”