Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen J.C. Nimmo, 1889 - 243 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxii
... hear me sing ( John Fletcher ) Come let the state stay ( Suckling ) Come , lovers , bring your cares ( Jones ) . PAGE 165 · 41 211 139 • • 160 · 115 193 • 207 Come , lovely Boy ! unto my court ( Rutter ) • 205 Come , my Celia , let us ...
... hear me sing ( John Fletcher ) Come let the state stay ( Suckling ) Come , lovers , bring your cares ( Jones ) . PAGE 165 · 41 211 139 • • 160 · 115 193 • 207 Come , lovely Boy ! unto my court ( Rutter ) • 205 Come , my Celia , let us ...
الصفحة xxiii
... Hear , ye ladies that despise ( John Fletcher ) . 147 158 51 142 193 197 198 83 Heigh - ho , what shall a shepherd do ( Shirley ) . Hence , all you vain delights ( John Fletcher ) . Hence with passion , sighs , and tears ( Heywood ) ...
... Hear , ye ladies that despise ( John Fletcher ) . 147 158 51 142 193 197 198 83 Heigh - ho , what shall a shepherd do ( Shirley ) . Hence , all you vain delights ( John Fletcher ) . Hence with passion , sighs , and tears ( Heywood ) ...
الصفحة xxvi
... hear ( John Fletcher ) 127 Thou deity , swift - winged Love ( John Fletcher ) Thou divinest , fairest , brightest ( John Fletcher ) Thou more than most sweet glove ( Ben Jonson ) Though I am young and cannot tell ( Ben Jonson ) Though ...
... hear ( John Fletcher ) 127 Thou deity , swift - winged Love ( John Fletcher ) Thou divinest , fairest , brightest ( John Fletcher ) Thou more than most sweet glove ( Ben Jonson ) Though I am young and cannot tell ( Ben Jonson ) Though ...
الصفحة 2
... hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates 2 she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor robin redbreast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos ...
... hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates 2 she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor robin redbreast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos ...
الصفحة 7
... Stolen by sick thoughts ? —the pirate's found , And in her tears he shall be drowned . Read his indictment , let him hear What he's to trust to . Boy , give ear ! MY From JOHN LYLY's Midas , 1592 . DAPHNE . JOHN LYLY . 7.
... Stolen by sick thoughts ? —the pirate's found , And in her tears he shall be drowned . Read his indictment , let him hear What he's to trust to . Boy , give ear ! MY From JOHN LYLY's Midas , 1592 . DAPHNE . JOHN LYLY . 7.
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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...