Making the flag-leaves dance in graceful pride,
Giving and finding joy.—Here we employ
An hour right profitably, thus to see
Life may meet joys where few intruders be.
Samuel Rogers was a successful poet, well-known for his passion for art
and his witty conversation, some of which Alexander Dyce recorded in his
Recollections (1856) and G. H. Powell recalled in his Reminiscences (1859).
Rogers's most popular work was the topographical poem The Pleasures of
Memory (1792). For many years, Rogers was the host of famous London lit-
And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
(Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurled)
Still sit as on the fragment of a world;
Surviving all, majestic and alone?
What though the Spirits of the North, that swept
Rome from the earth, when in her pomp she slept,
Smote thee with fury, and thy headless trunk
Deep in the dust mid tower and temple sunk;
Soon to subdue mankind 'twas thine to rise,
Still, still unquelled thy glorious energies!
Aspiring minds, with thee conversing, caught
Bright revelations of the Good they sought;
By thee that long-lost spell in secret given,
To draw down Gods, and lift the soul to Heaven!
Frequently compared to that of his contemporary Edgar Allan Poe, Thomas
Lovell Beddoes' poetry reveals a macabre obsession with death and the su-
pernatural. Beddoes was best-known as a dramatist, particularly for Death's
Jest-Book, or The Fool's Tragedy, published posthumously in 1850. He also
studied medicine, specializing in anatomy. After leading a restless, solitary life,
he committed suicide in 1849.
So thou art come again, old black-winged night,
Like a huge bird, between us and the sun,