Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 28
... spring Watereth the roots of rejoicing , Feeding the flowers of flourishing ; Be merry , friends ! † * In the Roxburghe copy this verse is thus modernized : - If friends be lost , then get thee more ; If wealth be lost , thou still hast ...
... spring Watereth the roots of rejoicing , Feeding the flowers of flourishing ; Be merry , friends ! † * In the Roxburghe copy this verse is thus modernized : - If friends be lost , then get thee more ; If wealth be lost , thou still hast ...
الصفحة 29
... spring , In flowers bright and flourishing ; With birds upon the tree or wing , Who in their fashion always sing Be merry , friends ! If that thy doublet has a hole in , Why , it cannot keep the less thy soul in , Which rangeth forth ...
... spring , In flowers bright and flourishing ; With birds upon the tree or wing , Who in their fashion always sing Be merry , friends ! If that thy doublet has a hole in , Why , it cannot keep the less thy soul in , Which rangeth forth ...
الصفحة 51
... spring ! Cuckoo to welcome in the spring ! * SAPPHO AND PHAON . 1584 . VULCAN'S SONG . MY shag - hair Cyclops , come , let's ply Our Lemnian hammers lustily . By my wife's sparrows , I swear these arrows , Shall singing fly Through many ...
... spring ! Cuckoo to welcome in the spring ! * SAPPHO AND PHAON . 1584 . VULCAN'S SONG . MY shag - hair Cyclops , come , let's ply Our Lemnian hammers lustily . By my wife's sparrows , I swear these arrows , Shall singing fly Through many ...
الصفحة 61
... springs , His feathers [ they ] are pulled from Fortune's wings : Fourth Jealousy in basest minds doth dwell , This metal Vulcan's Cyclops sent from hell . * No copy of this work , apparently a sort of dramatic pastoral , is known to be ...
... springs , His feathers [ they ] are pulled from Fortune's wings : Fourth Jealousy in basest minds doth dwell , This metal Vulcan's Cyclops sent from hell . * No copy of this work , apparently a sort of dramatic pastoral , is known to be ...
الصفحة 68
... SPRING . SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make ...
... SPRING . SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and may make ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed 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 101 - 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 202 - 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 90 - 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 217 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 141 - Take, oh 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 love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
الصفحة 79 - 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 92 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
الصفحة 94 - 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 98 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
الصفحة 85 - 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.