Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1855 - 268 páginas |
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... arms must now serve on his knees , And feed on prayers , which are old age's alms : But though from court to cottage he depart , His saint is sure of his unspotted heart . And when he saddest sits in homely cell , He'll teach his swains ...
... arms must now serve on his knees , And feed on prayers , which are old age's alms : But though from court to cottage he depart , His saint is sure of his unspotted heart . And when he saddest sits in homely cell , He'll teach his swains ...
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... arms down to the main , And through these thick woods , § have I run , Whose bottom never kissed the sun * Also ascribed to Fletcher by the writers of the commendatory verses , and confirmed by the authority of a MS . referred to by Mr ...
... arms down to the main , And through these thick woods , § have I run , Whose bottom never kissed the sun * Also ascribed to Fletcher by the writers of the commendatory verses , and confirmed by the authority of a MS . referred to by Mr ...
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... arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , oh , great god Pan , to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy ...
... arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , oh , great god Pan , to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy ...
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... arm to the south put forth , And thy right unto the north . I take thy body from the ground , In this deep and deadly swound , * Thus in Cymbeline : - ' Nay , Cadwal , we must lay his head to the east ; My father had a reason for't ...
... arm to the south put forth , And thy right unto the north . I take thy body from the ground , In this deep and deadly swound , * Thus in Cymbeline : - ' Nay , Cadwal , we must lay his head to the east ; My father had a reason for't ...
Página 133
... bring Her deadly slumber . Virgin , speak . [ breath , Amoret . Who hath restored my sense , given me new And brought me back out of the arms of death ? God . I have healed thy wounds . Amoret . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER . 133.
... bring Her deadly slumber . Virgin , speak . [ breath , Amoret . Who hath restored my sense , given me new And brought me back out of the arms of death ? God . I have healed thy wounds . Amoret . BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER . 133.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys bright charm chaste Collier comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire Fletcher flowers fool friends Gammer Gurton's Needle garland give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate Here's Heywood honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lusty maid married a Sunday merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny Notes and Memoir Patient Grissell pity play poem Poetical Poets pretty printed Queen Roister Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sung sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verse wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch writer youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 105 - 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...
Página 94 - 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.
Página 121 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 89 - 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.
Página 87 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 89 - 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.
Página 81 - 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: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Página 98 - 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.
Página 91 - 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.
Página 80 - 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...