“I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!” MindArtEyeRunningJoyVoiceRaceMorningCryThousandSpringBusyWakingRaysRomeExcessThrillingThese Eyes Book:The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White: complete in one volume Source: The poetical works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White: complete in one volume
“The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear has caught his cry; O grant the cherub to her asking eye! He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.” ChildrenMomentsEyeMotherWishBornHoursCryDrinkEarsAskingPressesCaughtGrantsBosomsInfancyCherubs Author:Samuel Rogers
