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الصفحة 283
1 Age on his hairs the winter snow had spread ; That silver badge his near end
plainly proves : Yet on to earth he nearer bows his head , So loves it more ; for
Like his like still loves : Deep from the ground he digs his sweetest gain , And
deep ...
1 Age on his hairs the winter snow had spread ; That silver badge his near end
plainly proves : Yet on to earth he nearer bows his head , So loves it more ; for
Like his like still loves : Deep from the ground he digs his sweetest gain , And
deep ...
الصفحة 325
He begins with lamenting the universal peace in which the world reposed , and
the extention of divine truth by the propagation of the Gospel . Spring - tides of
light divine the air surround , And bring down heav ' n to earth ; deaf ignorance
Vext ...
He begins with lamenting the universal peace in which the world reposed , and
the extention of divine truth by the propagation of the Gospel . Spring - tides of
light divine the air surround , And bring down heav ' n to earth ; deaf ignorance
Vext ...
الصفحة 338
The bridegroom sun , who late the earth espous ' d , Leaves his star - chamber
early in the east ; He shook his sparkling locks , head lively rous ' d , While morn
his couch with blushing roses drest ; His shines the earth soon catch ' d to gild
her ...
The bridegroom sun , who late the earth espous ' d , Leaves his star - chamber
early in the east ; He shook his sparkling locks , head lively rous ' d , While morn
his couch with blushing roses drest ; His shines the earth soon catch ' d to gild
her ...
الصفحة 225
0 ! touch my heart ! my heart , tho ' cold shall glow , My lips breathe eloquence
divine ! for not Of earth , in earth - born strains , I mean to sing Adven'trous , but of
thee , thy love , alone Thy wisdom knows , thy love my awful theme ! Let me not ...
0 ! touch my heart ! my heart , tho ' cold shall glow , My lips breathe eloquence
divine ! for not Of earth , in earth - born strains , I mean to sing Adven'trous , but of
thee , thy love , alone Thy wisdom knows , thy love my awful theme ! Let me not ...
الصفحة 251
Has earth , or air , or ocean to bestow , That checks thy active spirit ' s nobler flight
, And bounds its narrow views to scenes below ? Is life thy passion ? - let it not
depend On flutt ' ring pulses , and a fleeting breath : In sad despair the fruitless ...
Has earth , or air , or ocean to bestow , That checks thy active spirit ' s nobler flight
, And bounds its narrow views to scenes below ? Is life thy passion ? - let it not
depend On flutt ' ring pulses , and a fleeting breath : In sad despair the fruitless ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 250 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
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| العنوان | 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, المجلدات 1-2 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, Rowland Freeman |
| المؤلف | Rowland Freeman |
| الناشر | G. Wood, 1821 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 2 تشرين الأول (أكتوبر) 2007 |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |