British Anthologies, المجلد 4Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 |
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الصفحة 6
... true ! Since this fortune falls to you ; Be content , and seek no new ! If you be well pleased with this , And hold your fortune for your bliss ; Turn you , where your Lady is ; And claim her , with a loving kiss ! GUIDERIUS . FEAR no ...
... true ! Since this fortune falls to you ; Be content , and seek no new ! If you be well pleased with this , And hold your fortune for your bliss ; Turn you , where your Lady is ; And claim her , with a loving kiss ! GUIDERIUS . FEAR no ...
الصفحة 9
... True Love know From another one ? By his cockle hat and staff ; And his sendall shoon . He is dead and gone , Lady ! He is dead and gone ! At his head , a grass - green turf ; At his heels , a stone . White his shroud as the mountain ...
... True Love know From another one ? By his cockle hat and staff ; And his sendall shoon . He is dead and gone , Lady ! He is dead and gone ! At his head , a grass - green turf ; At his heels , a stone . White his shroud as the mountain ...
الصفحة 13
... True Love ' s coming ; That can sing both high and low . Trip no further , pretty Sweeting ! Journeys end in Lovers ' meeting , Every wise man's son doth know ! What is Love ? ' Tis not hereafter ! Present mirth hath present laughter ...
... True Love ' s coming ; That can sing both high and low . Trip no further , pretty Sweeting ! Journeys end in Lovers ' meeting , Every wise man's son doth know ! What is Love ? ' Tis not hereafter ! Present mirth hath present laughter ...
الصفحة 15
... 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 ! Not a flower , not a flower sweet On my 115 William Shakespeare .
... 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 ! Not a flower , not a flower sweet On my 115 William Shakespeare .
الصفحة 16
... True Lover never find my grave , To weep there ! TAKE , O , 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 ...
... True Lover never find my grave , To weep there ! TAKE , O , 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 ...
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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.