Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen J.C. Nimmo, 1889 - Всего страниц: 243 |
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... mortal thing , Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring . From Love's Labour's Lost . THE RHYME OF WHITE AND RED . F she be made of white and red , IF Her faults will ne'er be known , For blushing cheeks by faults are ...
... mortal thing , Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring . From Love's Labour's Lost . THE RHYME OF WHITE AND RED . F she be made of white and red , IF Her faults will ne'er be known , For blushing cheeks by faults are ...
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... , and still make me weep . queen of queens , how far dost thou excel ! No thought can think , nor tongue of mortal tell . PERJURY EXCUSED . ID not the heavenly rhetoric of thine WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 29 THE LOVER'S TEARS. ...
... , and still make me weep . queen of queens , how far dost thou excel ! No thought can think , nor tongue of mortal tell . PERJURY EXCUSED . ID not the heavenly rhetoric of thine WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 29 THE LOVER'S TEARS. ...
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... mortal for thy love , SPRING AND WINTER . WHEN daisies pied , and violets blue , WHE 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 ...
... mortal for thy love , SPRING AND WINTER . WHEN daisies pied , and violets blue , WHE 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 ...
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... mortal foot hath stood , Keeps dancing , music , and a feast , To entertain a lovely guest : Where he gives her many a rose , Sweeter than the breath that blows The leaves , grapes , berries of the best I never saw so great a feast ...
... mortal foot hath stood , Keeps dancing , music , and a feast , To entertain a lovely guest : Where he gives her many a rose , Sweeter than the breath that blows The leaves , grapes , berries of the best I never saw so great a feast ...
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... mortal wight ! Here the foolish mortal lies , Sleeping on the ground . Arise ! The poor wight is almost dead ; On the ground his wounds have bled , And his clothes fouled with his blood : To my goddess in the wood Will I lead him ...
... mortal wight ! Here the foolish mortal lies , Sleeping on the ground . Arise ! The poor wight is almost dead ; On the ground his wounds have bled , And his clothes fouled with his blood : To my goddess in the wood Will I lead him ...
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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.