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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Come on now my Lord of London , what is my abominable and vicious living ?
Do ye know it ? -or have ye heard it ? I grant I do not profess chastity ; but yet I
use no abomination . If ye know it , tell it here , with whom , and when ? If ye
heard it ...
Come on now my Lord of London , what is my abominable and vicious living ?
Do ye know it ? -or have ye heard it ? I grant I do not profess chastity ; but yet I
use no abomination . If ye know it , tell it here , with whom , and when ? If ye
heard it ...
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O night , thou image of sad absence ! tell My Lisis , her two suns are set from me
For ever ; if it chance that she do sleep , May Morpheus wake her with a dream
from hell , Tell her of her disdain , my jealousy ; That though I present am , I ...
O night , thou image of sad absence ! tell My Lisis , her two suns are set from me
For ever ; if it chance that she do sleep , May Morpheus wake her with a dream
from hell , Tell her of her disdain , my jealousy ; That though I present am , I ...
Page 98
It needs to be once read only , to be for ever fixed in all poetic memories . 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
...
It needs to be once read only , to be for ever fixed in all poetic memories . 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
...
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But if my words still fouler shame may heap On this curst head of my relentless
foe , I'll tell thee all —though , while I tell , I weep . I know not who thou art , I know
not how Thou cam'st down hither ; but of Tuscan race Thou art , so stranger , by ...
But if my words still fouler shame may heap On this curst head of my relentless
foe , I'll tell thee all —though , while I tell , I weep . I know not who thou art , I know
not how Thou cam'st down hither ; but of Tuscan race Thou art , so stranger , by ...
Page 406
I pray thee tell , when thou art by , When thou accosts him , does he turn from
thee Like one who hears not ! -or with troubled eye And stern , regard thee , as he
looks on me ? That once he sigh'd , the subject of thy will , I know , -- and then I ...
I pray thee tell , when thou art by , When thou accosts him , does he turn from
thee Like one who hears not ! -or with troubled eye And stern , regard thee , as he
looks on me ? That once he sigh'd , the subject of thy will , I know , -- and then I ...
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