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, Volym 1–2G. Wood, 1821 |
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... o'er ; But thus in oak's true shade recounted he , Which now , in night's deep shade , sheep heard of me . * * * Hubert Languet , justly praised in this extract , was a Frenchman , born at Viteaux in 1518. He was con- verted to the ...
... o'er ; But thus in oak's true shade recounted he , Which now , in night's deep shade , sheep heard of me . * * * Hubert Languet , justly praised in this extract , was a Frenchman , born at Viteaux in 1518. He was con- verted to the ...
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... o'er - canopied his former audience . The Fisher - Bard thus introduces himself in the first Eclogue , entitled " Amyntas . " It was the time faithful Halcyone , Once more enjoying new - liv'd Cëyx ' bed , Had left her young birds to ...
... o'er - canopied his former audience . The Fisher - Bard thus introduces himself in the first Eclogue , entitled " Amyntas . " It was the time faithful Halcyone , Once more enjoying new - liv'd Cëyx ' bed , Had left her young birds to ...
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... o'er the main , Ready to drop into the western wave , By yellow Chame , where all the Muses reign , And with their towers his reedy head embrave ; The warlike gnats their fluttering armies train , All have sharp spears , and all shrill ...
... o'er the main , Ready to drop into the western wave , By yellow Chame , where all the Muses reign , And with their towers his reedy head embrave ; The warlike gnats their fluttering armies train , All have sharp spears , and all shrill ...
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... o'er him , With flaming wings the burning angels shore him , The clouds and guilty heavens for fear fly fast before him . The winged messenger is sent to warn the " great peace - maker " and his " council " of the impending dan- ger ...
... o'er him , With flaming wings the burning angels shore him , The clouds and guilty heavens for fear fly fast before him . The winged messenger is sent to warn the " great peace - maker " and his " council " of the impending dan- ger ...
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... o'er the hillocks in their sportful play ; The wood - musicians chaunt and cheerly sing , The world seems new , yet old by youth's acruing . Ah ! wretched man ! so wretched world pursuing , Which still grows worse with age , and older ...
... o'er the hillocks in their sportful play ; The wood - musicians chaunt and cheerly sing , The world seems new , yet old by youth's acruing . Ah ! wretched man ! so wretched world pursuing , Which still grows worse with age , and older ...
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Kentish Poets. A series of writers in English poetry, natives or residents ... Rowland FREEMAN Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1821 |
Kentish Poets. a Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or ... Rowland Freeman Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Sida 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...
Sida 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!
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 250 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...