Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
Samuel Rogers (1763 - 1855)
Source: The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i.
Contributed by: Zaady
We love music for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings it can summon at a touch.
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.
Source: A Wish.
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!
Source: Human Life.
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.
The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.
Source: Stanza 3.
Then never less alone than when alone.
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.
Source: On a Tear.
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.
Source: Jacqueline. Stanza 1.
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