Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 páginas |
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Página 25
... With richest rays gild every face , And feast hearts with delight . Willow , willow , willow , We chaunt to the skies : And with black and yellow , Give courtship the prize . Now , woe with the willow , and woe with JOHN HEYWOOD . 25.
... With richest rays gild every face , And feast hearts with delight . Willow , willow , willow , We chaunt to the skies : And with black and yellow , Give courtship the prize . Now , woe with the willow , and woe with JOHN HEYWOOD . 25.
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... face who can be weary ? Hoigh my Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . The hair of your head shineth as the pure gold , Your eyes as glass , and right amiable ; Your smiling countenance , so lovely to behold , To us all is most pleasant ...
... face who can be weary ? Hoigh my Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . The hair of your head shineth as the pure gold , Your eyes as glass , and right amiable ; Your smiling countenance , so lovely to behold , To us all is most pleasant ...
Página 54
... faces , On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry , But Daphne's lip a sweeter berry ; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt , And then no heavenlier warmth is felt ; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres , My Daphne's music charms ...
... faces , On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry , But Daphne's lip a sweeter berry ; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt , And then no heavenlier warmth is felt ; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres , My Daphne's music charms ...
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... face is called divine . Sing to Phoebus and that throne Of diamonds which he sets upon . Io Peans let us sing To ... faces , And from girls can fetch embraces . By thee our noses swell With sparkling carbuncle . * Tapster , drawer . From ...
... face is called divine . Sing to Phoebus and that throne Of diamonds which he sets upon . Io Peans let us sing To ... faces , And from girls can fetch embraces . By thee our noses swell With sparkling carbuncle . * Tapster , drawer . From ...
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... face , fraught with disdain , Disdain in love a deadly wound . Wound her , sweet love , so deep again , That she may feel the dying pain Of this unhappy shepherd's swain , And die for love as Colin died , as Colin died . POLYHYMNI A ...
... face , fraught with disdain , Disdain in love a deadly wound . Wound her , sweet love , so deep again , That she may feel the dying pain Of this unhappy shepherd's swain , And die for love as Colin died , as Colin died . POLYHYMNI A ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed queen Rosalind round Samela Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verses wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 101 - 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 202 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 90 - 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 217 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 141 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página 79 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 92 - 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 94 - 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 98 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Página 85 - 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.