Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - Всего страниц: 206 |
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... wine , turns wooden cups to gold , The homely whistle to sweet mufic's ftrain ; Seldom it comes , to few from heaven sent , That much in little , all in naught Content . WILBYE'S MADRIGALS . MADRIGAL . [ 1598. ] CHANGE me , O Heaven 34.
... wine , turns wooden cups to gold , The homely whistle to sweet mufic's ftrain ; Seldom it comes , to few from heaven sent , That much in little , all in naught Content . WILBYE'S MADRIGALS . MADRIGAL . [ 1598. ] CHANGE me , O Heaven 34.
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... leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from the soul doth rise , Doth afk a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so 56.
... leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from the soul doth rise , Doth afk a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so 56.
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... swimming corn To my house is yearly borne : Every grape of every vine Is gladly bruised to make me wine ; While ten thousand kings , as proud To carry up my train , have bowed , And a world of ladies send me In my chambers 60.
... swimming corn To my house is yearly borne : Every grape of every vine Is gladly bruised to make me wine ; While ten thousand kings , as proud To carry up my train , have bowed , And a world of ladies send me In my chambers 60.
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... wine that's old , A hearty medicine ' gainst a cold : Your beds of wanton down the best , Where you shall tumble to your rest ; I could wish you wenches too , But I am dead , and cannot do . Call for the best the house may ring , Sack ...
... wine that's old , A hearty medicine ' gainst a cold : Your beds of wanton down the best , Where you shall tumble to your rest ; I could wish you wenches too , But I am dead , and cannot do . Call for the best the house may ring , Sack ...
Стр. 63
... no drinking after death . Wine works the heart up , wakes the wit , There is no cure ' gainst age but it ; It helps the head - ache , cough , and phthific , And is for all diseases phyfic . Then let us swill , boys , for our health 63.
... no drinking after death . Wine works the heart up , wakes the wit , There is no cure ' gainst age but it ; It helps the head - ache , cough , and phthific , And is for all diseases phyfic . Then let us swill , boys , for our health 63.
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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.