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, 1-2. kötetG. Wood, 1821 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 84 találatból.
12. oldal
... tears ; Clinking of fetters such music would crave : Stink and close air away my life wears ; Innocency is all the hope I have.- Rain , wind , or weather I judge by mine ears ; Malice assaults that righteousness should have.- Sure I am ...
... tears ; Clinking of fetters such music would crave : Stink and close air away my life wears ; Innocency is all the hope I have.- Rain , wind , or weather I judge by mine ears ; Malice assaults that righteousness should have.- Sure I am ...
27. oldal
... tear the sail apace Of forced sighs , and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain , Have done the wearied cords great hinderance , Wreathed with error and with ignorance . The stars be hid that led me to this pain ...
... tear the sail apace Of forced sighs , and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain , Have done the wearied cords great hinderance , Wreathed with error and with ignorance . The stars be hid that led me to this pain ...
50. oldal
... tears abundantly ; Each thing , methought , with weeping eye me told The cruel season , bidding me withold Myself within , for I was gotten out Into the fields , whereas I walked about , When lo , the night with misty mantle spread ...
... tears abundantly ; Each thing , methought , with weeping eye me told The cruel season , bidding me withold Myself within , for I was gotten out Into the fields , whereas I walked about , When lo , the night with misty mantle spread ...
52. oldal
... tears besprent , --- Her colour pale , as seemed it her best ; In woe and plaint reposed was her rest : And , as the stone that drops of water wears , So dented were her cheeks with fall of tears . Her eyes swollen with flowing streams ...
... tears besprent , --- Her colour pale , as seemed it her best ; In woe and plaint reposed was her rest : And , as the stone that drops of water wears , So dented were her cheeks with fall of tears . Her eyes swollen with flowing streams ...
53. oldal
... tear her swire , * As she that was fulfilled with ire . And all to torn lay eke her hair About her shoulders here and there . And eke I tell you certainly , How that she wept full tenderly ; And allto dashed herself for woe , And smote ...
... tear her swire , * As she that was fulfilled with ire . And all to torn lay eke her hair About her shoulders here and there . And eke I tell you certainly , How that she wept full tenderly ; And allto dashed herself for woe , And smote ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Kentish Poets. a Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or ... Rowland Freeman Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
192. oldal - 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...
249. oldal - 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!
61. oldal - 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.
23. oldal - 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...
147. oldal - 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...
184. oldal - 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...
21. oldal - 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.
250. oldal - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
246. oldal - 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.
215. oldal - ... 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...