Kentish Poets. A series of writers in English poetry, natives or residents in the county of Kent; with specimens of their compositions and some account of their lives and writings. By R. F. |
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Page 118
For Stella hath , in words where faith doth shine , Of her high heart given me the
monarchy : Oh ! I may say that she is mine ! And though she give but this
conditionally , This realm of bliss , while virtuous course I take , No kings be
crowned , but ...
For Stella hath , in words where faith doth shine , Of her high heart given me the
monarchy : Oh ! I may say that she is mine ! And though she give but this
conditionally , This realm of bliss , while virtuous course I take , No kings be
crowned , but ...
Page 123
Absence sure will help , if I Can learn how myself to sunder , From what in my
heart doth lie . “ But time will these thoughts remove ; so Time doth work what no
man knoweth . " Time doth as the subject prove , With time still affection groweth
In ...
Absence sure will help , if I Can learn how myself to sunder , From what in my
heart doth lie . “ But time will these thoughts remove ; so Time doth work what no
man knoweth . " Time doth as the subject prove , With time still affection groweth
In ...
Page 188
... the gentle , when the gentle doth beget : Both by the sire and dame being
anciently descended The issue born of them his blood hath much amendedThe
sweeting , for whose sake the plowboys oft make war , The wilding , costard ,
then the ...
... the gentle , when the gentle doth beget : Both by the sire and dame being
anciently descended The issue born of them his blood hath much amendedThe
sweeting , for whose sake the plowboys oft make war , The wilding , costard ,
then the ...
Page 364
Every thing doth pass away , There is danger in delay . Come , come , gather
then the rose , Gather it , or it you lose ! All the sand of Tagus ' shore , Into my
bosom casts his ore . All the valley's ripeu'd corn , To my house is yearly borne .
Every thing doth pass away , There is danger in delay . Come , come , gather
then the rose , Gather it , or it you lose ! All the sand of Tagus ' shore , Into my
bosom casts his ore . All the valley's ripeu'd corn , To my house is yearly borne .
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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 : when she doth nearer bring ...
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 : when she doth nearer bring ...
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