Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen Lawrence and Bullen, 1891 - Всего страниц: 301 |
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... Art thou god to shepherd turned ( Shakespeare ) . Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ( Dekker ) At Venus ' entreaty for Cupid her son ( Peele ) 50 84 22 28 Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure ( Nashe ) Away ...
... Art thou god to shepherd turned ( Shakespeare ) . Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ( Dekker ) At Venus ' entreaty for Cupid her son ( Peele ) 50 84 22 28 Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure ( Nashe ) Away ...
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... arts did prove ( Thomas Forde ) . 228 Cupid and my Campaspe played ( Lyly ) . 5 Cupid , if a god thou art ( Hausted ) . 196 Cupid , pardon what is past ( Beaumont and Fletcher ) 103 Cynthia , to thy power and thee ( Beaumont and ...
... arts did prove ( Thomas Forde ) . 228 Cupid and my Campaspe played ( Lyly ) . 5 Cupid , if a god thou art ( Hausted ) . 196 Cupid , pardon what is past ( Beaumont and Fletcher ) 103 Cynthia , to thy power and thee ( Beaumont and ...
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... thou that art ( Flecknoe ) Submit , bunch of grapes ( The London Chanticleers ) Sweet Adon , dar'st not glance thine eye ( Greene ) Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ( Greene ) 275 62 128 173 146 220 214 194 72 95 191 110 43 ...
... thou that art ( Flecknoe ) Submit , bunch of grapes ( The London Chanticleers ) Sweet Adon , dar'st not glance thine eye ( Greene ) Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ( Greene ) 275 62 128 173 146 220 214 194 72 95 191 110 43 ...
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... art thou slow , thou rest of trouble , Death ( Massinger ) Why should this a desert be ( Shakespeare ) . Why so pale and wan , fond lover ( Suckling ) Will you buy any tape ( Shakespeare ) With fair Ceres , Queen of Grain ( Heywood ) ...
... art thou slow , thou rest of trouble , Death ( Massinger ) Why should this a desert be ( Shakespeare ) . Why so pale and wan , fond lover ( Suckling ) Will you buy any tape ( Shakespeare ) With fair Ceres , Queen of Grain ( Heywood ) ...
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... thou art , When thou woundest a tender heart ! Thy wings being clipped , and feet held still , Thy bow so many could not kill . It is all one in Venus ' wanton school , Who highest sits , the wise man or the fool . Fools in love's ...
... thou art , When thou woundest a tender heart ! Thy wings being clipped , and feet held still , Thy bow so many could not kill . It is all one in Venus ' wanton school , Who highest sits , the wise man or the fool . Fools in love's ...
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Anthony Munday arrows beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bless bliss bright chaste cheeks Chorus Cuckoo Cupid dance dead death delight dong doth drink eyes face fair fairy fancy fear fire flowers fool Gipsy golden grace green grief Hark haste hath heart heaven Hecate Heigh hither holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S king kiss lady lass live Love's lovers lusty Lyly's lyrical maid Masque Melampus merrily merry mistress N'oserez N'oserez vous never Nice Valour night Nymph Phillis Phoebus pity play pleasure poem pretty queen Richard Brome Robert Greene Robin Hood rose satyrs shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stay swain sweet tears thee Thetis thing THOMAS Thomas Lodge thou art unto Venus virgins vowed wanton weep Whilst William Rowley wind wings Witch youth
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Стр. 48 - 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...
Стр. 219 - 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!
Стр. 216 - COMUS. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Стр. 192 - Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 58 - 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...
Стр. 218 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Стр. 37 - 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...
Стр. 75 - 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...
Стр. 62 - 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.
Стр. 221 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.