Kentish Poets: A Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or Residents in the County of Kent; with Specimens of Their Compositions, and Some Account of Their Lives and Writings, Volumes 1-2G. Wood, 1821 |
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... earth , Asham'd to gaze upon the world : - open - Now will he cast his eyes up towards the heavens , Looking that way for a redress of wrong : - Sometimes he seeketh to beguile his grief , And tells a story with his careful tongue ...
... earth , Asham'd to gaze upon the world : - open - Now will he cast his eyes up towards the heavens , Looking that way for a redress of wrong : - Sometimes he seeketh to beguile his grief , And tells a story with his careful tongue ...
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... earth . But whither doth contemplation carry me ? The way I seek to find , where pleasure dwells , Is hedg'd behind me , that I cannot back , But needs must on , although to danger's gate . Mosbie . Why what is love without true ...
... earth . But whither doth contemplation carry me ? The way I seek to find , where pleasure dwells , Is hedg'd behind me , that I cannot back , But needs must on , although to danger's gate . Mosbie . Why what is love without true ...
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... " What earthly thing more can I crave ? What would I wish more at my will ! Nothing on earth more would I have , Save what I have , to have it stili . " It was also during this spring - time of his SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... " What earthly thing more can I crave ? What would I wish more at my will ! Nothing on earth more would I have , Save what I have , to have it stili . " It was also during this spring - time of his SIR THOMAS WYATT .
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... earth alone , That are like wolves , these silly lambs among . I cannot with my words complain , and moan , And suffer nought ; -nor smart without complaint ; Nor turn the word that from mouth is gone . I cannot speak with look right as ...
... earth alone , That are like wolves , these silly lambs among . I cannot with my words complain , and moan , And suffer nought ; -nor smart without complaint ; Nor turn the word that from mouth is gone . I cannot speak with look right as ...
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... earth his bones , the heavens possess his ghost . 66 * " Effect , " is here used for affections or passions of the mind . + Reposed , " firmly fixed , in opposition to whatever is ca- pricious or variable . 66 Loft , " elevated ...
... earth his bones , the heavens possess his ghost . 66 * " Effect , " is here used for affections or passions of the mind . + Reposed , " firmly fixed , in opposition to whatever is ca- pricious or variable . 66 Loft , " elevated ...
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Kentish Poets. A series of writers in English poetry, natives or residents ... Rowland FREEMAN Visualização completa - 1821 |
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Albertus Morton appear beauty born breast bright Canterbury character charms court dear death delight divine dost doth dread Duncombe Earl earth Eclogues ev'ry eyes fair fame fear flame flowers gentle Gentleman's Magazine Giles Fletcher give grace grief groves hand happy hast hath Hawkesworth heart heaven honour John Duncombe John Lilly Kent Kentish King lady learned light live Lord lyre majesty mind muse never Nicholas Amhurst night nymphs o'er pain passion peace Phineas Fletcher plain poem poet poetical poetry pow'r praise pride Queen reign sacred shade shepherds shew shine sighs sight sing Sir Henry Wotton Sir Philip Sidney Sir Thomas Wyatt smile soft song Sonnet soon soul stanza swain sweet tears thee thine thing Thirsil thou thought translation unto verse virtue whilst winds wings writer youth
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Página 192 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Página 249 - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will, Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
Página 61 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Página 23 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among : And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay...
Página 147 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Página 184 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Página 21 - Now cease, my lute, this is the last Labour, that thou and I shall waste; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past; My lute, be still, for I have done.
Página 250 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
Página 246 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Página 215 - ... the wood, That warble forth Dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents; what's your praise, When Philomel her voice shall raise? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, What are you, when the Rose is blown? So when my Mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not designed Th' eclipse and glory...