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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... whole compass of his poetry.The propriety of the salute , depends in a great measure , on a circumstance which grew out of the manners of the days of chivalry , and which is now forgotten . Whenever a lady accepted the service of a ...
... whole compass of his poetry.The propriety of the salute , depends in a great measure , on a circumstance which grew out of the manners of the days of chivalry , and which is now forgotten . Whenever a lady accepted the service of a ...
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... whole poem is justly entitled to the highest commendation.- Warton cites some stanzas of it as a specimen of a manly and nervous style . So far his praise is just ; but this is the least part of Surrey's merit . The objects selected for ...
... whole poem is justly entitled to the highest commendation.- Warton cites some stanzas of it as a specimen of a manly and nervous style . So far his praise is just ; but this is the least part of Surrey's merit . The objects selected for ...
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... whole is a grand and solemn dream . The " Legend of Buckingham " is not equal to the In- duction , but it , notwithstanding , contains some excel- lent passages . It was badly selected , and appears to have been hastily composed . The ...
... whole is a grand and solemn dream . The " Legend of Buckingham " is not equal to the In- duction , but it , notwithstanding , contains some excel- lent passages . It was badly selected , and appears to have been hastily composed . The ...
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... whole week . " Bizari , an Italian writer , bears testimony to the ab- solute command which the learned queen had over his native tongue . Scaliger tells us that she spoke five languages , and knew more than all the great men then ...
... whole week . " Bizari , an Italian writer , bears testimony to the ab- solute command which the learned queen had over his native tongue . Scaliger tells us that she spoke five languages , and knew more than all the great men then ...
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... whole collection , and it is to be regretted that he did not undertake all the rest . He seems to have been persuaded by his friends , who were of the graver sort , that poetry was only one of the lighter accomplishments of a young man ...
... whole collection , and it is to be regretted that he did not undertake all the rest . He seems to have been persuaded by his friends , who were of the graver sort , that poetry was only one of the lighter accomplishments of a young man ...
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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...