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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Pagina vii
... letter , in 1599 , with the following title : " The most tragical and lamentable murder of Master George Sanders , of London , Merchant , near Shooter's Hill , consented unto by his own wife , and acted by M. Brown , Mistress Drury ...
... letter , in 1599 , with the following title : " The most tragical and lamentable murder of Master George Sanders , of London , Merchant , near Shooter's Hill , consented unto by his own wife , and acted by M. Brown , Mistress Drury ...
Pagina ix
... letter written had been procurers of the said murder , and knowing the murder done , had by money and otherwise relieved the murderer : whereunto they pleaded not guilty , how beit , they were both con- demned as accessaries to Master ...
... letter written had been procurers of the said murder , and knowing the murder done , had by money and otherwise relieved the murderer : whereunto they pleaded not guilty , how beit , they were both con- demned as accessaries to Master ...
Pagina 14
... letters to the Earl of Essex , that I lived viciously amongst the Nuns of Barcelona . " To the end ye be fully persuaded and informed of the matter , there be many Nuns in the town , and most of them gentlewomen ; and many here and ...
... letters to the Earl of Essex , that I lived viciously amongst the Nuns of Barcelona . " To the end ye be fully persuaded and informed of the matter , there be many Nuns in the town , and most of them gentlewomen ; and many here and ...
Pagina 17
... a Naval Commander . That he was attentive , in no common degree , to the retired and do- mestic duties , his beautiful letters to his son , and the care he took of his nephew's education , amply prove SIR THOMAS WYATT . 17.
... a Naval Commander . That he was attentive , in no common degree , to the retired and do- mestic duties , his beautiful letters to his son , and the care he took of his nephew's education , amply prove SIR THOMAS WYATT . 17.
Pagina 31
... letters plain , There is written her fair neck round about " Noli me tangere ; for Cæsar's I am And wild for to hold , though I seem tame . " The probable connection of this sonnet with Wyatt's passion for Anne Boleyn , has been before ...
... letters plain , There is written her fair neck round about " Noli me tangere ; for Cæsar's I am And wild for to hold , though I seem tame . " The probable connection of this sonnet with Wyatt's passion for Anne Boleyn , has been before ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 250 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...