Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pagini |
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Pagina 26
... sound fault , which cannot nor shall be ; Though thou , like the soaring hawk , every way flee , I will be the turtle still steadfast to thee , And patiently wear this willow garland ! All ye that have had love , and have my like wrong ...
... sound fault , which cannot nor shall be ; Though thou , like the soaring hawk , every way flee , I will be the turtle still steadfast to thee , And patiently wear this willow garland ! All ye that have had love , and have my like wrong ...
Pagina 54
... sounds up his minstrelsy ; His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss , That still my Syrinx ' lips I kiss . SONG TO APOLLO . SING to Apollo , god of 54 SONGS FROM THE ...
... sounds up his minstrelsy ; His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss , That still my Syrinx ' lips I kiss . SONG TO APOLLO . SING to Apollo , god of 54 SONGS FROM THE ...
Pagina 87
... sounds of woe Into , hey nonny , nonny . 2 Sing no more ditties , sing no mo Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so , Since summer first was leavy , DONE Then sigh not so , & c . HERO'S EPITAPH . ONE to death by ...
... sounds of woe Into , hey nonny , nonny . 2 Sing no more ditties , sing no mo Of dumps so dull and heavy ; The fraud of men was ever so , Since summer first was leavy , DONE Then sigh not so , & c . HERO'S EPITAPH . ONE to death by ...
Pagina 116
... sound . Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . * * This is ...
... sound . Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . * * This is ...
Pagina 119
... sound , And know that you ought not by honest men's fall Advance your own fortunes , to die above ground ; And though you go gay In silks as you may , It is not the high way to heaven , as they say . Repent then , repent you , for ...
... sound , And know that you ought not by honest men's fall Advance your own fortunes , to die above ground ; And though you go gay In silks as you may , It is not the high way to heaven , as they say . Repent then , repent you , for ...
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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.