Poems by Samuel Rogers
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_So thro' the vales of Loire the bee-hives glide_, An allusion to the floating bee-house, or barge laden with bee-hives, which is seen in some parts of France and Piedmont. NOTE p. _And, with the swallow, wings the year away!_ It was the boast of Lucullus that he changed his climate with the birds of passage. PLUT. in Vit. Lucull. How often must he have felt the truth here inculcated, that the master of many houses has no home! ODE TO SUPERSTITION. [Footnote 1] I. 1. 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. Wake the lion's loudest roar, Clot his shaggy mane with gore, With flashing fury bid his eye-balls shine; |
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