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الصفحة 30
But yet alas ! that look , all soul , That I do claim of right to have , Should not ,
methinks , go seek the school , To please all folk , for who can crave Friendlier
thing than heart witsave By look to give in friendly part ; For the eye is traitor to the
...
But yet alas ! that look , all soul , That I do claim of right to have , Should not ,
methinks , go seek the school , To please all folk , for who can crave Friendlier
thing than heart witsave By look to give in friendly part ; For the eye is traitor to the
...
الصفحة 166
Beware thou fall not into the shares of love ; the women there are wise , the men
are crafty , they will gather love by thy looks , and pick thy mind out of thy hands . ·
It shall be there better to hear what they say , than to speak what thou thinkest ...
Beware thou fall not into the shares of love ; the women there are wise , the men
are crafty , they will gather love by thy looks , and pick thy mind out of thy hands . ·
It shall be there better to hear what they say , than to speak what thou thinkest ...
الصفحة 308
Look , as a stag , pierced with a fatal bow , When by a wood he walk'd securely
feeding , In coverts thick conceals his deadly blow , And feeling death swim in his
endless bleeding , His heavy head his fainting strength exceeding , Bids woods ...
Look , as a stag , pierced with a fatal bow , When by a wood he walk'd securely
feeding , In coverts thick conceals his deadly blow , And feeling death swim in his
endless bleeding , His heavy head his fainting strength exceeding , Bids woods ...
الصفحة 13
Look , if the soul can downward look , and see A soul once thine all tears for want
of thee ! When I was doubly prisoner by thine eyes , How little dreamt I of , -here
Lisis lies ! Or when a smile could her Gerardo bless , Little , that earth thus early ...
Look , if the soul can downward look , and see A soul once thine all tears for want
of thee ! When I was doubly prisoner by thine eyes , How little dreamt I of , -here
Lisis lies ! Or when a smile could her Gerardo bless , Little , that earth thus early ...
الصفحة 220
While thus I pray'd , a sylvan came , With placid looks , and generous aim :“ How
rare , " said he , or seem'd to say , “ Do mortals know for what they pray ! Hast
thou ... With tearless eye look backward o'er That youth which shall return no
more !
While thus I pray'd , a sylvan came , With placid looks , and generous aim :“ How
rare , " said he , or seem'd to say , “ Do mortals know for what they pray ! Hast
thou ... With tearless eye look backward o'er That youth which shall return no
more !
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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...
معلومات المراجع
| 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 |