Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pagini |
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... BIRD IN A CAGE THE TRIUMPH OF PEACE . ST . PATRICK FOR IRELAND THE ARCADIA . CUPID AND DEATH • THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES 220 222 223 223 224 225 • 225 226 227 SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . THE SIEGE OF RHODES 228 THE UNFORTUNATE ...
... BIRD IN A CAGE THE TRIUMPH OF PEACE . ST . PATRICK FOR IRELAND THE ARCADIA . CUPID AND DEATH • THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES 220 222 223 223 224 225 • 225 226 227 SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . THE SIEGE OF RHODES 228 THE UNFORTUNATE ...
Pagina 29
... birds upon the tree or wing , Who in their fashion always sing Be merry , friends ! If that thy doublet has a hole in , Why , it cannot keep the less thy soul in , Which rangeth forth beyond controlling Whilst thou hast nought to do but ...
... birds upon the tree or wing , Who in their fashion always sing Be merry , friends ! If that thy doublet has a hole in , Why , it cannot keep the less thy soul in , Which rangeth forth beyond controlling Whilst thou hast nought to do but ...
Pagina 50
... BIRDS . WHAT bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O'tis the ravished nightingale . ' Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu , ' she cries , And still her woes at midnight rise . Brave prick song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill ...
... BIRDS . WHAT bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O'tis the ravished nightingale . ' Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu , ' she cries , And still her woes at midnight rise . Brave prick song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill ...
Pagina 68
... birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear birds tune this merry lay , aye Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta ...
... birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear birds tune this merry lay , aye Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta ...
Pagina 81
... birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - who ; Tu - whit , to - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot ...
... birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , To - who ; Tu - whit , to - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed queen Rosalind round Samela Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verses wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch youth
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Pagina 101 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pagina 202 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Pagina 90 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Pagina 217 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 141 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Pagina 79 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Pagina 92 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Pagina 94 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Pagina 98 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Pagina 85 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.