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, 2. kötetRowland Freeman 1821 |
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21. oldal
... kings , or low , expos'd to scorn , Sprung from poor parents liv'st in open fields ; Thou art death's sacrifice , who never yields . We all are thither brought ; ' tis he that turns And guids our mortal life's uncertain urns . Sooner or ...
... kings , or low , expos'd to scorn , Sprung from poor parents liv'st in open fields ; Thou art death's sacrifice , who never yields . We all are thither brought ; ' tis he that turns And guids our mortal life's uncertain urns . Sooner or ...
27. oldal
... king's rude lust she wrought her will , The shepherds of rich flocks rehearse , And to their pipes chaunt rural verse : Seeking his god - head to appease , Whom flocks and hills Arcadian please . These times do thirsty seasons send ...
... king's rude lust she wrought her will , The shepherds of rich flocks rehearse , And to their pipes chaunt rural verse : Seeking his god - head to appease , Whom flocks and hills Arcadian please . These times do thirsty seasons send ...
29. oldal
... King . His name occurs in the account of the Kentish insurrection in favor of the King which took place in 1648 , but how far he was actually engaged does not appear . * At the restoration he was reinstated in his office of Chief ...
... King . His name occurs in the account of the Kentish insurrection in favor of the King which took place in 1648 , but how far he was actually engaged does not appear . * At the restoration he was reinstated in his office of Chief ...
31. oldal
... king God bless him , had singular hope Of him and all his troop a ; The borderers they , as they met him on the way , For joy did hollow and whoop a . None liked him so well as his own colonel , Who took him for John de Weart a ; But ...
... king God bless him , had singular hope Of him and all his troop a ; The borderers they , as they met him on the way , For joy did hollow and whoop a . None liked him so well as his own colonel , Who took him for John de Weart a ; But ...
32. oldal
... king's interest , and was sent over by him into France , with some letters of great consequence to the Queen . He arrived late at Calais , and in the night his servant ran away with his portman- teau , in which were his money and papers ...
... king's interest , and was sent over by him into France , with some letters of great consequence to the Queen . He arrived late at Calais , and in the night his servant ran away with his portman- teau , in which were his money and papers ...
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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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111. oldal - 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.
60. oldal - 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.
61. oldal - 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.
98. oldal - 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.
98. oldal - 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...
59. oldal - 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...
78. oldal - 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,...
55. oldal - 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.
69. oldal - Charles); and therefore, as the King has made my daughter a countess, I will endeavour to make his daughter a queen...
368. oldal - They closed full fast on every side, No slackness there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.