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, Томове 1–2G. Wood, 1821 |
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... eyes on the sullen earth , Asham'd to gaze upon the world : - open - Now will he cast his eyes up towards the heavens , Looking that way for a redress of wrong : - Sometimes he seeketh to beguile his grief , And tells a story with his ...
... eyes on the sullen earth , Asham'd to gaze upon the world : - open - Now will he cast his eyes up towards the heavens , Looking that way for a redress of wrong : - Sometimes he seeketh to beguile his grief , And tells a story with his ...
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... eyes will speak had he no tongue , And will accuse me . Barnes . See how his wounds break out afresh in bleeding ! James . He stirs himself . Mayor . He opens his eyes . Barnes . See how he looks upon him ! Brown . I gave him fifteen ...
... eyes will speak had he no tongue , And will accuse me . Barnes . See how his wounds break out afresh in bleeding ! James . He stirs himself . Mayor . He opens his eyes . Barnes . See how he looks upon him ! Brown . I gave him fifteen ...
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... eye betrayeth always the secret affections of the heart . And if an eye may save or slay , And strike more deep than weapon long ; And if an eye by subtle play , May move one more than any tongue How can ye say that I do wrong Thus to ...
... eye betrayeth always the secret affections of the heart . And if an eye may save or slay , And strike more deep than weapon long ; And if an eye by subtle play , May move one more than any tongue How can ye say that I do wrong Thus to ...
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... eye is traitor to the heart . And my suspect is without blame ; For as ye say , not only I But others more have deemed the same ; Then sure it is not jealousy , If subtle look of reckless eye Did range too far , to make me smart ; For the ...
... eye is traitor to the heart . And my suspect is without blame ; For as ye say , not only I But others more have deemed the same ; Then sure it is not jealousy , If subtle look of reckless eye Did range too far , to make me smart ; For the ...
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... eyes the crystal tears out brast , ‡ And sighing sore , her hands she wrung and fold , Tearing her hair , that ruth was to behold . Her body small forwithered and forspent , As is the stalk that summer's drought oppressed ; Her wealked ...
... eyes the crystal tears out brast , ‡ And sighing sore , her hands she wrung and fold , Tearing her hair , that ruth was to behold . Her body small forwithered and forspent , As is the stalk that summer's drought oppressed ; Her wealked ...
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