Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1855 - 268 páginas |
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... doth grow ? That one who most kind love on me should bestow , Most unkind unkindness to me she doth show , For all a green willow is my garland ! To have love and hold love , where love is so sped , Oh ! delicate food to the lover so ...
... doth grow ? That one who most kind love on me should bestow , Most unkind unkindness to me she doth show , For all a green willow is my garland ! To have love and hold love , where love is so sped , Oh ! delicate food to the lover so ...
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... doth beg for this willow garland ! Of this willow garland the burden seems small , But my break - neck burden I may it well call ; Like the sow of lead on my head it doth all ! Break head , and break neck , back , bones , brain , heart ...
... doth beg for this willow garland ! Of this willow garland the burden seems small , But my break - neck burden I may it well call ; Like the sow of lead on my head it doth all ! Break head , and break neck , back , bones , brain , heart ...
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Robert Bell. For whoso doth , when all is sought , Shall find that thought availeth nought ; Be merry , friends ! All such as have all wealth at will , Their wills at will for to fulfil , From grief or grudge or any ill I need not sing ...
Robert Bell. For whoso doth , when all is sought , Shall find that thought availeth nought ; Be merry , friends ! All such as have all wealth at will , Their wills at will for to fulfil , From grief or grudge or any ill I need not sing ...
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... discuss , The total sum doth show us straight This idleness to weigh such weight That it no tongue can well express , The harm that groweth of idleness . THE DRAMATISTS . This vice I liken to a weed That husband - JOHN HEYWOOD . 29.
... discuss , The total sum doth show us straight This idleness to weigh such weight That it no tongue can well express , The harm that groweth of idleness . THE DRAMATISTS . This vice I liken to a weed That husband - JOHN HEYWOOD . 29.
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... doth root or breed ; The grain to ground it doth incline It never ripeth , but rotteth in fine ; And even a like thing is to guess Against all virtue , idleness . The proud man may be patient , The ireful may be liberal , The gluttonous ...
... doth root or breed ; The grain to ground it doth incline It never ripeth , but rotteth in fine ; And even a like thing is to guess Against all virtue , idleness . The proud man may be patient , The ireful may be liberal , The gluttonous ...
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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
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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...