Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen J.C. Nimmo, 1889 - Всего страниц: 243 |
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... breath of June . Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher were lyrists of the first rank . In his Inner Temple Masque Beaumont gave ample proof of his ability for song- writing . What a rapture is in this call to X INTRODUCTION .
... breath of June . Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher were lyrists of the first rank . In his Inner Temple Masque Beaumont gave ample proof of his ability for song- writing . What a rapture is in this call to X INTRODUCTION .
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... breath , and breath a vapour is : Then thou , fair sun , which on my earth dost shine , Exhalest this vapour - vow ; in thee it is : If broken then , it is no fault of mine : If by me broke , what fool is not so wise To lose an oath to ...
... breath , and breath a vapour is : Then thou , fair sun , which on my earth dost shine , Exhalest this vapour - vow ; in thee it is : If broken then , it is no fault of mine : If by me broke , what fool is not so wise To lose an oath to ...
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... breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn , Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin ...
... breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn , Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet , Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin ...
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... 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 . 1 " ' Sweet - and - twenty " -twenty times sweet . ( A term of endearment . ) On Not ...
... 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 . 1 " ' Sweet - and - twenty " -twenty times sweet . ( A term of endearment . ) On Not ...
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... breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing , heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly : Then , heigh ho , the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , That dost not bite ...
... breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing , heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere folly : Then , heigh ho , the holly ! This life is most jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , That dost not bite ...
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Apollo arrows beauty Ben Jonson birds bless bright charm Chorus crown Cuckoo Cupid dance dead death delight ding dong doth drink eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool Gipsy give golden grave green grow Hark haste hath head heart heaven heaven's gate Hecate heigh Hesperus hither holiday holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S keep king kiss lady lips live Love's lovers Luminalia Lyly's lyrical maid Maid's Tragedy Masque Melampus merrily merry MISTRESS mortal ne'er never Nice Valour night nonny Nymph o'er play praise pretty queen Richard Brome Robin Hood rose satyrs shepherds shine sigh sing sleep songs sorrow soul spring stay Strow sweet tears thee Thetis thing THOMAS THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art unto Venus virgin wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM William Rowley wind Witch youth
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Стр. 42 - 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. 217 - 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. 214 - 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 100 Of his chamber in the east.
Стр. 31 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Стр. 189 - Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 56 - 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. 52 - 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...
Стр. 69 - 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. 35 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Стр. 219 - 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.