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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... song . The poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt were first collected and published in 1559. They were afterwards reprinted by ... song is sung and past , My lute ! be still , for I have done . As to be heard where ear is none ; As lead to grave in ...
... song . The poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt were first collected and published in 1559. They were afterwards reprinted by ... song is sung and past , My lute ! be still , for I have done . As to be heard where ear is none ; As lead to grave in ...
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... lute ! this is the last Labour , that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I begun ; Now is this song both sung and past : My lute ! be still , for I have done , " This , " says Dr. Nott , " is SIR THOMAS WYATT . 21.
... lute ! this is the last Labour , that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I begun ; Now is this song both sung and past : My lute ! be still , for I have done , " This , " says Dr. Nott , " is SIR THOMAS WYATT . 21.
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... songs which I indite , Do quit thy change with rightful spite , Blame not my Spite asketh spite , and changing change , And falsed faith must needs be known , The fault so great the case so strange , Of right it must abroad be blown ...
... songs which I indite , Do quit thy change with rightful spite , Blame not my Spite asketh spite , and changing change , And falsed faith must needs be known , The fault so great the case so strange , Of right it must abroad be blown ...
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... song did rue The winter's wrath , wherewith each thing defaced In woeful wise , bewailed the summer past . Hawthorn had lost his motley livery , The naked twigs were shivering all for cold , And dropping down their tears abundantly ...
... song did rue The winter's wrath , wherewith each thing defaced In woeful wise , bewailed the summer past . Hawthorn had lost his motley livery , The naked twigs were shivering all for cold , And dropping down their tears abundantly ...
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... songs do cease , The nightis chair the stars about doth bring . Calm is the sea ; the waves work less and less . " " No dreams do drench them of the night Of foes , that would them slay or bite ; As hounds to hunt them at the tail ; Or ...
... songs do cease , The nightis chair the stars about doth bring . Calm is the sea ; the waves work less and less . " " No dreams do drench them of the night Of foes , that would them slay or bite ; As hounds to hunt them at the tail ; Or ...
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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...