Kentish poets, a series of writers, natives of or residents in Kent; with specimens of their compositions, and some account of their lives and writings, by R. Freeman, Volym 2Rowland Freeman 1821 |
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Sida 9
... leaves his den , And snakes grow young again : Then the mournful nightingale Sings , or sweetly seems to rail , On him that basely in a brother's shape , Transformed her by his well - revenged rape . Thus beasts , and birds , and every ...
... leaves his den , And snakes grow young again : Then the mournful nightingale Sings , or sweetly seems to rail , On him that basely in a brother's shape , Transformed her by his well - revenged rape . Thus beasts , and birds , and every ...
Sida 10
Rowland Freeman. ' Mongst well - tun'd leaves with gentle murmuring ; - Comb smooth thy sedge , thy red sands freely fling On the green bank that thy o'erflowing stays ; Cast them in golden knots through all the ways My Nisa treads ...
Rowland Freeman. ' Mongst well - tun'd leaves with gentle murmuring ; - Comb smooth thy sedge , thy red sands freely fling On the green bank that thy o'erflowing stays ; Cast them in golden knots through all the ways My Nisa treads ...
Sida 11
... leaves made . Sing Celio ; valley , make Fenissa room , And let echo ring , She's the valley's spring ! Fenissa come ! SONNET Introductory to a fresh discourse . As a poor bark distrest by waves and wind , When this grows angry and the ...
... leaves made . Sing Celio ; valley , make Fenissa room , And let echo ring , She's the valley's spring ! Fenissa come ! SONNET Introductory to a fresh discourse . As a poor bark distrest by waves and wind , When this grows angry and the ...
Sida 13
... leaves behind , How the smooth waters court her and false wind , Till when a sudden gust and storm doth rise , Rock - dashed she becomes the ocean's prize . Live yet my Lisis , on thy marble tomb , While time bears date free from ...
... leaves behind , How the smooth waters court her and false wind , Till when a sudden gust and storm doth rise , Rock - dashed she becomes the ocean's prize . Live yet my Lisis , on thy marble tomb , While time bears date free from ...
Sida 25
... leaves to every tree . Earth changeth hue ; the swelling waters sink , And with soft current glide within their brink . Aglaia naked , dares upon the ground With nymphs and her two sisters dance around . Hope not in mortal things ! -so ...
... leaves to every tree . Earth changeth hue ; the swelling waters sink , And with soft current glide within their brink . Aglaia naked , dares upon the ground With nymphs and her two sisters dance around . Hope not in mortal things ! -so ...
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Aphra Behn appear Arachne beauty blest bliss blooming born breast bright Canterbury charms dear death delight divine dost doth dread Duncombe Earl earth elegant Elizabeth Carter eternal ev'ry eyes fair fame fate flame flow'rs form'd genius gentle Gentleman's Magazine grace grove hand happy hast Hawkesworth heart heav'n hence a real honour hope John Duncombe JOHN HAWKESWORTH Kent kind King lady learned LEONARD DIGGES light live Lord Lovelace lyre mind mortal muse ne'er Nicholas Amhurst night nymph o'er Oroonoko pain passion peace plain pleas'd poems poet poetical pow'r praise pride rais'd Richard Lovelace sacred scenes Sedley shade shew shine Shipbourne sigh sing Sir Charles Sedley smile soft song soul sweet talent taste tears thee thine thou thought Tiphys translation vale verse virtue whilst William Woty wind wings woes young youth
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Sida 111 - What woful stuff this madrigal would be In some starved hackney sonneteer or me ! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens ! how the style refines ! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought.
Sida 60 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Sida 61 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. 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.
Sida 98 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Sida 98 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate...
Sida 59 - Night, as clear Hesper, shall our tapers whip From the light casements where we play, And the dark hag from her black mantle strip, And stick there everlasting day. Thus richer than untempted kings are we...
Sida 78 - They wither under cold delays, Or are in tempests lost. One while they seem to touch the port, Then straight into the main Some angry wind in cruel sport The vessel drives again. At first Disdain and Pride they fear, Which, if they chance to 'scape, Rivals and Falsehood soon appear In a more dreadful shape. By such degrees to joy they come, And are so long withstood, So slowly they receive the sum, It hardly does them good. 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain; And to defer a joy, Believe me, gentle Celemene,...
Sida 55 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Sida 69 - Charles); and therefore, as the King has made my daughter a countess, I will endeavour to make his daughter a queen...
Sida 368 - They closed full fast on every side, No slackness there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.