Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
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… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
