Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 25
... winds up the piece , and the allusion to the willow bears upon a boasting Captain who is left without a bride in the end . Willow , willow , willow , Our captain goes down : Willow , willow , willow , His valour doth crown . The rest ...
... winds up the piece , and the allusion to the willow bears upon a boasting Captain who is left without a bride in the end . Willow , willow , willow , Our captain goes down : Willow , willow , willow , His valour doth crown . The rest ...
الصفحة 30
... wind that bloweth no man good , The blower of which blast is she ; The lyther + lusts bred of her brood Can no way breed good property ; Wherefore I say , as we now see , No heart can think , or tongue express , The harm that groweth of ...
... wind that bloweth no man good , The blower of which blast is she ; The lyther + lusts bred of her brood Can no way breed good property ; Wherefore I say , as we now see , No heart can think , or tongue express , The harm that groweth of ...
الصفحة 36
... wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapt , and throwly * lapt , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side go bare , & c . And Tyb my wife , that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek , Full oft drinks she , till ye may ...
... wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapt , and throwly * lapt , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side go bare , & c . And Tyb my wife , that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek , Full oft drinks she , till ye may ...
الصفحة 54
... ; 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 . ING to Apollo , god of 54 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . MIDAS.
... ; 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 . ING to Apollo , god of 54 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . MIDAS.
الصفحة 59
... wind let blow abroad , That all the world may see how false of love False Paris hath to his Enone been . COLIN'S DIRGE . WELLADAY , welladay , poor Colin , thou art going to the ground , The love whom Thestylis hath slain , Hard heart ...
... wind let blow abroad , That all the world may see how false of love False Paris hath to his Enone been . COLIN'S DIRGE . WELLADAY , welladay , poor Colin , thou art going to the ground , The love whom Thestylis hath slain , Hard heart ...
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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.