Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - Всего страниц: 206 |
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... STAY , sweet love , see here the place of sporting , These gentle flowers smile sweetly to invite us ; And chirping birds are hither - wards resorting , Warbling sweet notes only to delight us . Then ftay , dear love , for though thou ...
... STAY , sweet love , see here the place of sporting , These gentle flowers smile sweetly to invite us ; And chirping birds are hither - wards resorting , Warbling sweet notes only to delight us . Then ftay , dear love , for though thou ...
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... staying , And your lords gone a - Maying : Run apace and meet them , And with your garlands greet them ; ' Twere pity they should miss you , For they will sweetly kiss you . II . Hark , hark , I hear the dancing , And a nimble morris ...
... staying , And your lords gone a - Maying : Run apace and meet them , And with your garlands greet them ; ' Twere pity they should miss you , For they will sweetly kiss you . II . Hark , hark , I hear the dancing , And a nimble morris ...
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... say , Then laugh , and smile , and run away , And if I stayed her would cry , Nay , Fie , for fhame , fie ! My true love not regarding , Hath given me at length his full rewarding : So that unless I tell The joys that overfill me 51.
... say , Then laugh , and smile , and run away , And if I stayed her would cry , Nay , Fie , for fhame , fie ! My true love not regarding , Hath given me at length his full rewarding : So that unless I tell The joys that overfill me 51.
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... Stay but awhile , Phæbe no tell - tale is : She her Endymion - I'll my Phabe kiss . BATESON'S MADRIGALS . SONG . [ 1607. ] I. PACK clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft , mount , lark ...
... Stay but awhile , Phæbe no tell - tale is : She her Endymion - I'll my Phabe kiss . BATESON'S MADRIGALS . SONG . [ 1607. ] I. PACK clouds away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft , mount , lark ...
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... STAY , bold thoughts , refrain your will , Silent be , and suffer ftill . What ! not speak , if she be by ? Torment ; if you do , you die : Say the flame to rise begin , Tears without may quench within . Better die in easy pain ...
... STAY , bold thoughts , refrain your will , Silent be , and suffer ftill . What ! not speak , if she be by ? Torment ; if you do , you die : Say the flame to rise begin , Tears without may quench within . Better die in easy pain ...
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Стр. 70 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Стр. 154 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Стр. 59 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Стр. 104 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Стр. 106 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Стр. 114 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Стр. 116 - 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. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
Стр. 24 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Стр. 161 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 28 - 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.