A Book of Old English Love SongsHamilton Wright Mabie Grosset & Dunlap, 1906 - 158 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abroad was lated Althea Ballad beauty Ben Jonson bower breath Campaspe Campion Carew charm Cherry Ripe Corinna's crown Cuckoo Daffodils delight Dirge dost doth Edmund Waller emotion eyes fair female frenzy flowers GEORGE WHARTON EDWARDS give grace green Hark hath my heart hear heard Heart and soul heaven heigh hither Introduction John Lyly jug-jug lark light lips live look on thee Love good-morrow Love is dead Lovelace lovers lullaby lullaby my Youth Lyric maid mirth never night nonny Passionate Shepherd Perkin Motto pleasure poets praise rapture Robert Greene Robert Herrick Rosalynd's Madrigal rose Samuel Daniel shadows sigh singing note Sir Philip Sidney sleep Song of Autolycus sorrow soul do sing stay swains sweetly Sylvia thine Thomas Carew Thomas Lodge thought tree true-love hath ungrateful fancy unto voice waking eye wanton weep William Shakespeare wind wings winter worth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 38 - 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 114 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 50 - 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...
Página 98 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old time is still a,flying: And this same flower that smiles to,day To,morrow will be dying.
Página 56 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion...
Página 68 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 16 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest — Ah, wanton, will ye?
Página 32 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Página 37 - 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 46 - 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. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...