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, 1-2권G. Wood, 1821 |
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... eyes on the sullen 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 ...
... eyes on the sullen 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 ...
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... eyes will speak had he no tongue , And will accuse me . Barnes . See how his wounds break out afresh in bleeding ! James . He stirs himself . Mayor . He opens his eyes . Barnes . See how he looks upon him ! Brown . I gave him fifteen ...
... eyes will speak had he no tongue , And will accuse me . Barnes . See how his wounds break out afresh in bleeding ! James . He stirs himself . Mayor . He opens his eyes . Barnes . See how he looks upon him ! Brown . I gave him fifteen ...
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... eye betrayeth always the secret affections of the heart . And if an eye may save or slay , And strike more deep than weapon long ; And if an eye by subtle play , May move one more than any tongue How can ye say that I do wrong Thus to ...
... eye betrayeth always the secret affections of the heart . And if an eye may save or slay , And strike more deep than weapon long ; And if an eye by subtle play , May move one more than any tongue How can ye say that I do wrong Thus to ...
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... eye is traitor to the heart . And my suspect is without blame ; For as ye say , not only I But others more have deemed the same ; Then sure it is not jealousy , If subtle look of reckless eye Did range too far , to make me smart ; For the ...
... eye is traitor to the heart . And my suspect is without blame ; For as ye say , not only I But others more have deemed the same ; Then sure it is not jealousy , If subtle look of reckless eye Did range too far , to make me smart ; For the ...
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... eyes the crystal tears out brast , ‡ And sighing sore , her hands she wrung and fold , Tearing her hair , that ruth was to behold . Her body small forwithered and forspent , As is the stalk that summer's drought oppressed ; Her wealked ...
... eyes the crystal tears out brast , ‡ And sighing sore , her hands she wrung and fold , Tearing her hair , that ruth was to behold . Her body small forwithered and forspent , As is the stalk that summer's drought oppressed ; Her wealked ...
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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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192 페이지 - 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...
249 페이지 - 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!
61 페이지 - 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.
23 페이지 - 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...
147 페이지 - 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...
184 페이지 - 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...
21 페이지 - 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.
250 페이지 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
246 페이지 - 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.
215 페이지 - ... 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...