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Poem by Samuel Rogers


To the Gnat


When by the green-wood side, at summer eve,
Poetic visions charm my closing eye;
And fairy-scenes, that Fancy loves to weave,
Shift to wild notes of sweetest Minstrelsy;
'Tis thine to range in busy quest of prey,
Thy feathery antlers quivering with delight,
Brush from my lids the hues of heav'n away,
And all is Solitude, and all is Night!
-Ah now thy barbed shaft, relentless fly,
Unsheathes its terrors in the sultry air!
No guardian sylph, in golden panoply,
Lifts the broad shield, and points the glittering spear.
Now near and nearer rush thy whirring wings,
Thy dragon-scales still wet with human gore.
Hark, thy shrill horn its fearful laram flings!
-I wake in horror, and 'dare sleep no more!' 



Samuel Rogers


Samuel Rogers's other poems:
  1. On a Tear
  2. Written in the Highlands of Scotland
  3. Written in 1834
  4. An Italian Song
  5. Written at Midnight


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