Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - Всего страниц: 206 |
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... leaving him alone ..... Song ROBERT HERRICK 119 THOMAS MAY 119 HENRY VAUGHAN 120 .HENRY VAUGHAN 121 ROBERT Cox 121 ..THOMAS STANLEY 123 SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE 124 ROBERT BARON 125 .IZAAK WALTON 125 H. HUGHES 127 N. HOOKES 128 SIR RICHARD ...
... leaving him alone ..... Song ROBERT HERRICK 119 THOMAS MAY 119 HENRY VAUGHAN 120 .HENRY VAUGHAN 121 ROBERT Cox 121 ..THOMAS STANLEY 123 SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE 124 ROBERT BARON 125 .IZAAK WALTON 125 H. HUGHES 127 N. HOOKES 128 SIR RICHARD ...
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... leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay , for fhame ! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame . And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! II . And wilt thou leave me thus ? That hath loved thee so long , In wealth and ...
... leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay , for fhame ! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame . And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! II . And wilt thou leave me thus ? That hath loved thee so long , In wealth and ...
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... leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! IV . And wilt thou leave me thus ? And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee ? Alas , thy cruelty ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! SIR THOMAS WYATT . A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE ...
... leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! IV . And wilt thou leave me thus ? And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee ? Alas , thy cruelty ! And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay ! SIR THOMAS WYATT . A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE ...
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... leaves of myrtle . IV . A gorun made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair - lined flippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold . V. A belt of fraw and ivy - buds , With coral clasps and amber ftuds ...
... leaves of myrtle . IV . A gorun made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair - lined flippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold . V. A belt of fraw and ivy - buds , With coral clasps and amber ftuds ...
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... leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ; That the lover , fick to death , Wished himself the heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to ...
... leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find ; That the lover , fick to death , Wished himself the heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to ...
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arms beauty birds breath bright bring cheek dare dead dear death delight doth drink Earth eyes face fair fall fear fhall field figh fing fire fleep flowers ftill give gold golden gone grace grave green grief grow hair hand happy Hark hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour JOHN keep kill kind kings kiss ladies leave Left light lips live look love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid meet mind mistress morn move never night notes once pity play poor pretty queen quiet rich rise ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK roses round smile SONG sorrow soul sound speak Spring sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought tree true unto WALLER weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wine wings young
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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.