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.1821 |
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Page iii
... nights are short , and yet you rise ere day ; Had I been waking , you had not risen so soon . Arden . Sweet love thou ... night sweet Ales thou hast kill'd I heard thee call on Mosbie in thy sleep . Ales . ' Tis like I was asleep when I ...
... nights are short , and yet you rise ere day ; Had I been waking , you had not risen so soon . Arden . Sweet love thou ... night sweet Ales thou hast kill'd I heard thee call on Mosbie in thy sleep . Ales . ' Tis like I was asleep when I ...
Page iv
... night hath hid the pleasure of the day , And sheeting darkness overhangs the earth , And with the black folds of her cloudy robe Obscures us from the eyesight of the world , In which sweet silence such as we triumph : The lazy minutes ...
... night hath hid the pleasure of the day , And sheeting darkness overhangs the earth , And with the black folds of her cloudy robe Obscures us from the eyesight of the world , In which sweet silence such as we triumph : The lazy minutes ...
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... night . Mosbie . A woman's love is like the lightning's flame , Which even in bursting forth consumes itself . Arden . This night I dream'd , that being in a park , A toil was pitch'd to overthrow the deer , And I upon a little rising ...
... night . Mosbie . A woman's love is like the lightning's flame , Which even in bursting forth consumes itself . Arden . This night I dream'd , that being in a park , A toil was pitch'd to overthrow the deer , And I upon a little rising ...
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... night's repose , My night's repose made day - light fresh to me : But since I climb'd the top bough of the tree , And sought to build my nest among the clouds , Each gentle stirring gale doth shake my bed , And make me dread my downfal ...
... night's repose , My night's repose made day - light fresh to me : But since I climb'd the top bough of the tree , And sought to build my nest among the clouds , Each gentle stirring gale doth shake my bed , And make me dread my downfal ...
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... night in the house of one Master Barnes of Woolwich , and from thence go on foot to Saint Mary Cray the next morning , lay in wait for him by the way , a little from Shooter's Hill , and there slew both him and John Beane servant to ...
... night in the house of one Master Barnes of Woolwich , and from thence go on foot to Saint Mary Cray the next morning , lay in wait for him by the way , a little from Shooter's Hill , and there slew both him and John Beane servant to ...
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