Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen J.C. Nimmo, 1889 - 243 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 23
... grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees , consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams , turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear . A WINTER ...
... grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees , consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams , turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear . A WINTER ...
الصفحة 25
... the air ; Queens have died young and fair ; Dust hath closed Helen's eye ; I am sick , I must die . Lord have mercy on us ! Strength stoops unto the grave : Worms feed on Hector THOMAS NASHE . 25 DEATH'S SUMMONS. ...
... the air ; Queens have died young and fair ; Dust hath closed Helen's eye ; I am sick , I must die . Lord have mercy on us ! Strength stoops unto the grave : Worms feed on Hector THOMAS NASHE . 25 DEATH'S SUMMONS. ...
الصفحة 26
Arthur Henry Bullen. Strength stoops unto the grave : Worms feed on Hector brave ; Swords may not fight with fate : Earth still holds ope her gate . Come , come , the bells do cry ; I am sick , I must die . Lord have mercy on us ! Wit ...
Arthur Henry Bullen. Strength stoops unto the grave : Worms feed on Hector brave ; Swords may not fight with fate : Earth still holds ope her gate . Come , come , the bells do cry ; I am sick , I must die . Lord have mercy on us ! Wit ...
الصفحة 35
... graves , all gaping wide , Everyone lets forth his sprite , In the churchway paths to glide : And we fairies , that do run By the triple Hecate's team , From the presence of the sun , Following darkness like a dream , Now are frolic ...
... graves , all gaping wide , Everyone lets forth his sprite , In the churchway paths to glide : And we fairies , that do run By the triple Hecate's team , From the presence of the sun , Following darkness like a dream , Now are frolic ...
الصفحة 40
... Graves , yawn and yield your dead ,. Till death be uttered , Heavily , heavily . From The Merry Windsor . PINCH HIM , FAIRIES . ' Y on sinful fantasy ! FY Fy on lust and luxury ! Lust is but a bloody fire , Kindled with unchaste desire ...
... Graves , yawn and yield your dead ,. Till death be uttered , Heavily , heavily . From The Merry Windsor . PINCH HIM , FAIRIES . ' Y on sinful fantasy ! FY Fy on lust and luxury ! Lust is but a bloody fire , Kindled with unchaste desire ...
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Apollo arrows beauty Ben Jonson birds bless bright Careless Shepherdess charm Chorus cold crown Cuckoo Cupid dance dead death delight ding dong doth drink eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool Gipsy give golden grave green grow Hark haste hath head heart heaven heaven's gate Hecate heigh Hesperus hither holiday holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S keep king kiss lady lips live Love's lovers lusty Lyly's lyrical maid Maid's Tragedy Masque Melampus merrily merry MISTRESS mortal ne'er never Nice Valour night nonny Nymph o'er play praise pretty queen Richard Brome Robin Hood rose satyrs shepherds shine sigh sing sleep songs sorrow soul spring stay Strow sweet tears thee Thetis thing THOMAS THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art unto Venus virgin wanton weep Whilst William Rowley wind Witch youth
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الصفحة 34 - 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.
الصفحة 44 - 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. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly.
الصفحة 217 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance; Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save!
الصفحة 52 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
الصفحة 31 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
الصفحة 142 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
الصفحة 56 - 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 69 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As love's star when it riseth! Do but mark, her...
الصفحة 47 - In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.
الصفحة 43 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his 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...