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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... seem suspected of this murder , Whom in my search I hapt to apprehend , And hearing that the bodies of the murdered Remained here , I thought it requisite , To make this in my way unto the court , Now going thither with the prisoner ...
... seem suspected of this murder , Whom in my search I hapt to apprehend , And hearing that the bodies of the murdered Remained here , I thought it requisite , To make this in my way unto the court , Now going thither with the prisoner ...
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... seem to be an affectation . No small number of books have been consulted in the compilation of these pages , a far greater number indeed than by the scanty fruits may appear . The com- piler claims the merit of having taken nothing upon ...
... seem to be an affectation . No small number of books have been consulted in the compilation of these pages , a far greater number indeed than by the scanty fruits may appear . The com- piler claims the merit of having taken nothing upon ...
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... love of vefse may fully seem : All though it be , this recompence I share , - My mind it lures from many a painful theme , And sweet oblivion brings of present care . SIR THOMAS WYATT . BORN 1503. — Died 1542 . INTRODUCTION . XIX.
... love of vefse may fully seem : All though it be , this recompence I share , - My mind it lures from many a painful theme , And sweet oblivion brings of present care . SIR THOMAS WYATT . BORN 1503. — Died 1542 . INTRODUCTION . XIX.
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... seems to have attached himself to the House of Lancaster , and to have incurred in consequence the displeasure of Richard the third , by whose directions he was confined a prisoner in the Tower . There is a story connected with his ...
... seems to have attached himself to the House of Lancaster , and to have incurred in consequence the displeasure of Richard the third , by whose directions he was confined a prisoner in the Tower . There is a story connected with his ...
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... seems to have been fortified so early as the time of Edward the first , when it belonged to Sir Stephen de Penchester . It was afterwards part of the ample possessions of the Cobhams . It reverted to the Crown upon the attainder of Sir ...
... seems to have been fortified so early as the time of Edward the first , when it belonged to Sir Stephen de Penchester . It was afterwards part of the ample possessions of the Cobhams . It reverted to the Crown upon the attainder of Sir ...
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