Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pagini |
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Pagina 31
... drink , to flesh or fish , Yet welcome is the best dish ! In all our fare , in all our cheer Of dainty meats sought far or near , Most fine , most costly to appear , What for all this , if all this gear Lack this welcome ? This cheer ...
... drink , to flesh or fish , Yet welcome is the best dish ! In all our fare , in all our cheer Of dainty meats sought far or near , Most fine , most costly to appear , What for all this , if all this gear Lack this welcome ? This cheer ...
Pagina 34
... hoode dryncke is my lyfe althowghe my wyfe some tyme do chyde & scolde yet spare I not to plye the potte of joly goode ale & olde . backe & syde , & c . But sure I think , that I can drink With 34 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
... hoode dryncke is my lyfe althowghe my wyfe some tyme do chyde & scolde yet spare I not to plye the potte of joly goode ale & olde . backe & syde , & c . But sure I think , that I can drink With 34 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
Pagina 35
Robert Bell. But sure I think , that I can drink With him that wears a hood . Though I go bare , take ye no care , I am nothing a cold , I stuff my skin so full within , Of jolly good ale and old . I love noo roste but a browne toste or ...
Robert Bell. But sure I think , that I can drink With him that wears a hood . Though I go bare , take ye no care , I am nothing a cold , I stuff my skin so full within , Of jolly good ale and old . I love noo roste but a browne toste or ...
Pagina 36
... drinks she , till ye may see The tears run down her cheeks ; Then doth she trowl to me the bowl , Even as a malt worm should ; And saith , sweetheart , I took my part Of this ... drink , till they nod and wink 36 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
... drinks she , till ye may see The tears run down her cheeks ; Then doth she trowl to me the bowl , Even as a malt worm should ; And saith , sweetheart , I took my part Of this ... drink , till they nod and wink 36 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
Pagina 37
Robert Bell. Now let them drink , till they nod and wink , Even as good fellows should do , They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to : And all poor souls that have scoured bowls , Or have them lustily trowled ...
Robert Bell. Now let them drink , till they nod and wink , Even as good fellows should do , They shall not miss to have the bliss Good ale doth bring men to : And all poor souls that have scoured bowls , Or have them lustily trowled ...
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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.