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 iii
... thou know'st that we two , Ovid like , Have often chid the morn when't ' gan to peep , And often wish'd that dark night's purblind steeds Would pull her by the purple mantle back , And cast her in the ocean to her love : But this night ...
... thou know'st that we two , Ovid like , Have often chid the morn when't ' gan to peep , And often wish'd that dark night's purblind steeds Would pull her by the purple mantle back , And cast her in the ocean to her love : But this night ...
Pagina xiv
... thou hear ? Know'st thou this man ? John . Yea , this is he that murdered me XIV INTRODUCTION .
... thou hear ? Know'st thou this man ? John . Yea , this is he that murdered me XIV INTRODUCTION .
Pagina 21
... thou hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon : Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want , as I have done . Now cease my lute ! this is the last Labour , that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I ...
... thou hast lost and spent , To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon : Then shalt thou know beauty but lent , And wish and want , as I have done . Now cease my lute ! this is the last Labour , that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I ...
Pagina 22
... thou wilt mighty be , flee from the rage Of cruel will ; and see thou keep thee free From the foul yoke of sensual bondage . For though thy empire stretch to Indian sea , And for thy fear trembleth the farthest Thulé , If thy desire ...
... thou wilt mighty be , flee from the rage Of cruel will ; and see thou keep thee free From the foul yoke of sensual bondage . For though thy empire stretch to Indian sea , And for thy fear trembleth the farthest Thulé , If thy desire ...
Pagina 23
... thou leave me thus ? That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart ; Neither for pain nor smart ; And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? And have no more pity , On him that loveth thee ? Alas ...
... thou leave me thus ? That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart ; Neither for pain nor smart ; And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? And have no more pity , On him that loveth thee ? Alas ...
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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...