Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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... FLETCHER Was of a Kentish family , cousin to the celebrated dramatic writer , and son to the learned Dr Giles Fletcher , whom Wood calls an excellent poet ( ambassador to Russia , and author of the History of that Commonwealth , a ...
... FLETCHER Was of a Kentish family , cousin to the celebrated dramatic writer , and son to the learned Dr Giles Fletcher , whom Wood calls an excellent poet ( ambassador to Russia , and author of the History of that Commonwealth , a ...
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... fate ! Safe in my humble cottage will I rest ; And lifting up from my untainted breast A quiet spirit to heaven , securely live and blest . * * * * * GILES FLETCHER , Brother of the preceding , was educated 54 PHINEAS FLETCHER .
... fate ! Safe in my humble cottage will I rest ; And lifting up from my untainted breast A quiet spirit to heaven , securely live and blest . * * * * * GILES FLETCHER , Brother of the preceding , was educated 54 PHINEAS FLETCHER .
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... GILES FLETCHER , Brother of the preceding , was educated at Trinity College , Cambridge , where he took the degree of B. D. and died at Alderton in Suffolk , 1623 , " equally beloved , " says Wood , " of the Muses and Graces . " He ...
... GILES FLETCHER , Brother of the preceding , was educated at Trinity College , Cambridge , where he took the degree of B. D. and died at Alderton in Suffolk , 1623 , " equally beloved , " says Wood , " of the Muses and Graces . " He ...
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... , How they all unleaved die Losing their virginity : Like unto a summer shade , But now born and now they fade . Every thing doth pass away ; There is danger in delay . Come , come gather then the rose ; Gather it 56 GILES FLETCHER .
... , How they all unleaved die Losing their virginity : Like unto a summer shade , But now born and now they fade . Every thing doth pass away ; There is danger in delay . Come , come gather then the rose ; Gather it 56 GILES FLETCHER .
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... Young Thyrsilis , and for his music brought The willing spheres from heaven to lead a round Of dancing nymphs , and herds that sung and crown'd Eclecta's hymen with ten thousand flowers Of choicest praise , GILES FLETCHER . 57.
... Young Thyrsilis , and for his music brought The willing spheres from heaven to lead a round Of dancing nymphs , and herds that sung and crown'd Eclecta's hymen with ten thousand flowers Of choicest praise , GILES FLETCHER . 57.
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