Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 من الصفحات |
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... unto such as wish and want Of worldly wealth wrought them so scant , That wealth by work they cannot plant , To them I sing at this instant , Be merry , friends ! And such as when the rest seem next , Then they be straight extremely ...
... unto such as wish and want Of worldly wealth wrought them so scant , That wealth by work they cannot plant , To them I sing at this instant , Be merry , friends ! And such as when the rest seem next , Then they be straight extremely ...
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... Unto each other high and low , What cheer increase of love doth grow , What better cheer than they to know ! This is welcome ! To bread or drink , to flesh or fish , Yet welcome is the best dish ! In all our fare , in all our cheer Of ...
... Unto each other high and low , What cheer increase of love doth grow , What better cheer than they to know ! This is welcome ! To bread or drink , to flesh or fish , Yet welcome is the best dish ! In all our fare , in all our cheer Of ...
الصفحة 70
... unto the grave : Worms feed on Hector brave . Swords may not fight with fate : Earth still holds ope her gate . Come , come the hells do cry ; I am sick , I must die . Lord have mercy on us ! Wit with his wantonness , Tasteth death's ...
... unto the grave : Worms feed on Hector brave . Swords may not fight with fate : Earth still holds ope her gate . Come , come the hells do cry ; I am sick , I must die . Lord have mercy on us ! Wit with his wantonness , Tasteth death's ...
الصفحة 72
... unto this land , Have borne my part , though in an humble strain , And pleased the gentler that did understand ; And never had my harmless pen at all Distained with any loose immodesty , Nor ever noted to be touched with gall , To ...
... unto this land , Have borne my part , though in an humble strain , And pleased the gentler that did understand ; And never had my harmless pen at all Distained with any loose immodesty , Nor ever noted to be touched with gall , To ...
الصفحة 74
... unto ambition tend , Then dost thou draw our weakness on , With vain imagination Of that which never had an end . Or if that lust we apprehend , How dost that pleasant plague infest ? O what strange forms of luxury , Thou straight dost ...
... unto ambition tend , Then dost thou draw our weakness on , With vain imagination Of that which never had an end . Or if that lust we apprehend , How dost that pleasant plague infest ? O what strange forms of luxury , Thou straight dost ...
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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.