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 1-2G. Wood, 1821 |
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... grace . Few of his pieces are original , and his translations frequently degrade the subjects from which they are taken . In his more elaborate compo- sitions he is less happy than in those of slighter fabric , and like many other ...
... grace . Few of his pieces are original , and his translations frequently degrade the subjects from which they are taken . In his more elaborate compo- sitions he is less happy than in those of slighter fabric , and like many other ...
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... grace . These are his defects . His merits are considerable . He is the first English poet , Chaucer not excepted , whose works may be read at the present day without disgust . He is also the first of our poets who attempted a great ...
... grace . These are his defects . His merits are considerable . He is the first English poet , Chaucer not excepted , whose works may be read at the present day without disgust . He is also the first of our poets who attempted a great ...
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... grace to me from thee there may proceed , But as rewarded , death for to be my meed . The Lover compareth his state to a Ship in a perilous storm tossed on the sea . My galley charged with forgetfulness , Thorough sharp seas in winter's ...
... grace to me from thee there may proceed , But as rewarded , death for to be my meed . The Lover compareth his state to a Ship in a perilous storm tossed on the sea . My galley charged with forgetfulness , Thorough sharp seas in winter's ...
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... grace In eloquence ; and cruelty to name Zeal of justice , and change in time and place ; And he that suffereth offence without blame , Call him pitiful ; and him true and plain , That raileth reckless unto each man's shame ; I * Two of ...
... grace In eloquence ; and cruelty to name Zeal of justice , and change in time and place ; And he that suffereth offence without blame , Call him pitiful ; and him true and plain , That raileth reckless unto each man's shame ; I * Two of ...
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... grace assured so , To live upright , and smile at fortune's choice . * " The meaning of this stanza is obscure . " In this grave resteth Wyatt , who , when living , could never rest in inaction . Who suffered not the disdain he ...
... grace assured so , To live upright , and smile at fortune's choice . * " The meaning of this stanza is obscure . " In this grave resteth Wyatt , who , when living , could never rest in inaction . Who suffered not the disdain he ...
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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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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...