Poems by Samuel Rogers
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These indeed are all that a wise man would desire to assemble; "for a
crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love." BACON'S Essays, xxvii. NOTE d. _From every point a ray of genius flows!_ By this means, when all nature wears a lowering countenance, I withdraw myself into the visionary worlds of art; where I meet with shining landscapes, gilded triumphs, beautiful faces, and all those other objects that fill the mind with gay ideas, &c. ADDISON. It is remarkable that Antony, in his adversity, passed some time in a small but splendid retreat, which he called his Timonium, and from which might originate the idea of the Parisian Boudoir, that favourite apartment, _ou I'on se retire pour étre seul, mais ou l'on ne boude point_. STRABO, 1. xvii. PLUT, in Vit. Anton. NOTE e. _At GUIDO'S call, &c_. Alluding to his celebrated fresco in the Rospigliosi Palace at Rome. NOTE f. _And still the Few best lov'd and most rever'd_ |
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