Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen J.C. Nimmo, 1889 - 243 من الصفحات |
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... 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 ...
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... 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. ...
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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 ...
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... Graves , yawn and yield your dead , Till death be uttered , Heavily , heavily . F From The Merry Windsor . PINCH HIM , FAIRIES . Y on sinful fantasy ! 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 . F From The Merry Windsor . PINCH HIM , FAIRIES . Y on sinful fantasy ! 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 heart heaven heaven's gate Hecate heigh Heigh-ho Hesperus hither holiday holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S keep king kiss lady lips live Love's lovers Luminalia 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 thou art unto Venus wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM William Rowley wind Witch youth
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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 42 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
الصفحة 31 - 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...
الصفحة 220 - Youth and Joy ; so Jove hath sworn. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run...
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 52 - 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 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 forehead's smoother...
الصفحة 35 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
الصفحة 141 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
الصفحة 32 - 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...