British Anthologies, المجلد 4Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 |
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الصفحة 4
... merry larks are Ploughme When turtles tread , and rooks , a : And maidens bleach their sum The Cuckoo then , on every tree THE WINTER'S SO WHEN icicles hang by the wall , And DICK the Shepherd blow And Tom bears logs into the 1 And milk ...
... merry larks are Ploughme When turtles tread , and rooks , a : And maidens bleach their sum The Cuckoo then , on every tree THE WINTER'S SO WHEN icicles hang by the wall , And DICK the Shepherd blow And Tom bears logs into the 1 And milk ...
الصفحة 9
... not go With [ out ] true - love showers . JOG on ! jog on the foot - path way ; And merrily hent the stile a ! A merry heart goes all the day ; Your sad , tires in a mile a ! WHO is SILVIA ? What is she , That all William Shakespeare .
... not go With [ out ] true - love showers . JOG on ! jog on the foot - path way ; And merrily hent the stile a ! A merry heart goes all the day ; Your sad , tires in a mile a ! WHO is SILVIA ? What is she , That all William Shakespeare .
الصفحة 14
... merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat ; Come hither ! Come hither ! Come hither ! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather ! Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' th ' sun ; Seeking the food he eats , And ...
... merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat ; Come hither ! Come hither ! Come hither ! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather ! Who doth ambition shun , And loves to live i ' th ' sun ; Seeking the food he eats , And ...
الصفحة 18
... merry jigs are quite forgot ! All my Lady's love is lost , God wot ! Where her faith was firmly fixed in love ; There a ' Nay ! ' is placed , without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ! O , frowning FORTUNE ! cursèd fickle ...
... merry jigs are quite forgot ! All my Lady's love is lost , God wot ! Where her faith was firmly fixed in love ; There a ' Nay ! ' is placed , without remove . One silly cross wrought all my loss ! O , frowning FORTUNE ! cursèd fickle ...
الصفحة 19
... merry meeting on the plains , All our evening sports , from us are fled ! All our love is lost ; for love is dead ! Farewell , sweet Love ! thy like ne'er was For sweet content ! the cause of all my moan . Poor CORIDON must live alone ...
... merry meeting on the plains , All our evening sports , from us are fled ! All our love is lost ; for love is dead ! Farewell , sweet Love ! thy like ne'er was For sweet content ! the cause of all my moan . Poor CORIDON must live alone ...
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ANON ANTHOLOGY BEAUMONT BEAUMONT and FLETCHER Beauty birds BODENHAM'S England's Helicon Bodleian Library CAMPION Cherry ripe Comedies CORIDON Crown 8vo CUPID Cynthia's Revels DAVISON'S Poetical Rhapsody death delight desire disdain doth Earl of MURRAY earth Edited Extra fcap eyes face fair Faithful Shepherdess fear FLETCHER flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT frown gold grace happy HARPALUS hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hey trolly High trololly honour Humble dum HYMEN India Paper Jolly Shepherd JONSON kiss Lady little boy live lolly Love's Lovers lullaby M.D. Airs Madrigals Maid Maid's Tragedy merry mind Mistress ne'er never night Nymphs pain pity pleasure Poems praise Queen quoth RALEGH roses S.J. St scorn SHAKESPEARE shine sighs sing Songs sorrow soul Swain sweet Love tears Tell thee thine thought True Love Tweedle twino unto VENUS W. W. SKEAT wanton weep Whilst WIDOW WIFE Women wound
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الصفحة 9 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
الصفحة 13 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 201 - With the best gamesters : what things have we seen Done at the Mermaid; heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
الصفحة 17 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
الصفحة 13 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
الصفحة 219 - DRINK to me, only with thine eyes; And I will pledge with mine! Or leave a kiss but in the cup; And I'll not look for wine!
الصفحة 12 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
الصفحة 63 - As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear, ;: Who scorched with excessive heat such floods of tears did shed, As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. Alas...
الصفحة 8 - The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair, For beauty lives with kindness f Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being helpd, inhabits there.
الصفحة 3 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.