Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 44
... leave ; And if she repent it , I am well contented Home again my darling to receive . OU SUNDERED LOVE . You that seek to sunder love , Learn a lesson ere you go And as others pains do prove , So abide yourselves like woe . For I find ...
... leave ; And if she repent it , I am well contented Home again my darling to receive . OU SUNDERED LOVE . You that seek to sunder love , Learn a lesson ere you go And as others pains do prove , So abide yourselves like woe . For I find ...
الصفحة 59
... leave thy lusty company behind . Thou luckless wreath ! becomes not me to wear The poplar tree , for triumph of my love : Then as my joy , my pride of love , is left , Be thou unclothed of thy lovely green ; And in thy leaves my ...
... leave thy lusty company behind . Thou luckless wreath ! becomes not me to wear The poplar tree , for triumph of my love : Then as my joy , my pride of love , is left , Be thou unclothed of thy lovely green ; And in thy leaves my ...
الصفحة 71
... Leaving the University at the end of three years without taking a degree , he continued to prosecute his studies under the patronage of the Countess of Pembroke , sister of the accomplished Sidney , whose friend- ship procured for him ...
... Leaving the University at the end of three years without taking a degree , he continued to prosecute his studies under the patronage of the Countess of Pembroke , sister of the accomplished Sidney , whose friend- ship procured for him ...
الصفحة 74
... now when all this is proved vain , Yet opinion leaves not here , But sticks to Cleopatra near , Persuading now , how she shall gain Honour by death , and fame attain ; And what a shame it were to live , Her 74 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
... now when all this is proved vain , Yet opinion leaves not here , But sticks to Cleopatra near , Persuading now , how she shall gain Honour by death , and fame attain ; And what a shame it were to live , Her 74 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
الصفحة 78
... leaves , and makes his book thine eyes , Where all those pleasures live that art would com- prehend ; * Own - possess . If knowledge be the mark , to know thee shall 78 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . LOVE'S LABOUR LOST ·
... leaves , and makes his book thine eyes , Where all those pleasures live that art would com- prehend ; * Own - possess . If knowledge be the mark , to know thee shall 78 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . LOVE'S LABOUR LOST ·
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad Bartholomew Fair beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool friends give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph pain Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poet pretty purse 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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الصفحة 105 - 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...
الصفحة 212 - 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?
الصفحة 89 - 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 94 - 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.
الصفحة 89 - 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.
الصفحة 81 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
الصفحة 102 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
الصفحة 81 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And 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, Tu-whit, tu-who...
الصفحة 98 - 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.
الصفحة 87 - 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.