Ancient Ballads and Songs, Chiefly from Tradition, Manuscripts, and Scarce Works...L. Relfe, 1827 - 250 pagina's |
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Pagina 17
... wanton be ; Each one forgets what they have been , And so doth Phillis , summer's queen . WEELKES - 1600 . 18 WEELKES AND YONGE'S MADRIGALS . WHY ARE YOU , In Lauderdale there lived a wife, 147 In pride of May, the fields are gay,
... wanton be ; Each one forgets what they have been , And so doth Phillis , summer's queen . WEELKES - 1600 . 18 WEELKES AND YONGE'S MADRIGALS . WHY ARE YOU , In Lauderdale there lived a wife, 147 In pride of May, the fields are gay,
Pagina 25
... Wife , " 1598 ; in Gar- rick's Scarce Plays . A NYMPH'S DISDAIN OF LOVE . HEY down a down , did Dian sing , Amongst her virgins sitting , Than love there is no vainer thing For maidens most unfitting ; And so think I , With a down ...
... Wife , " 1598 ; in Gar- rick's Scarce Plays . A NYMPH'S DISDAIN OF LOVE . HEY down a down , did Dian sing , Amongst her virgins sitting , Than love there is no vainer thing For maidens most unfitting ; And so think I , With a down ...
Pagina 52
... wife of James the Sixth ; he is little known as a poet , but the present specimen must induce a regret that he had not written more - it rivals even the Sonnets of Drummond in elegance of fancy and harmony of versification . THE JOLLY ...
... wife of James the Sixth ; he is little known as a poet , but the present specimen must induce a regret that he had not written more - it rivals even the Sonnets of Drummond in elegance of fancy and harmony of versification . THE JOLLY ...
Pagina 53
Thomas Lyle. THOMAS HEYWOOD . And Tib my wife , that as her life , Loveth good ale to seek ; Full oft drinks she , till you may see The tears run down her cheek . Then doth she trowl to me the bowl , Even as a malt - woman should ; And ...
Thomas Lyle. THOMAS HEYWOOD . And Tib my wife , that as her life , Loveth good ale to seek ; Full oft drinks she , till you may see The tears run down her cheek . Then doth she trowl to me the bowl , Even as a malt - woman should ; And ...
Pagina 69
... . If that be all , the shepherd said , Heigh - ho , shepherd said , He makes thee wife it , gentle maid , And so secure thy malady ; 69 Hereon they kiss'd with many an oath , Heigh - A blythe and bonnie country lass, -
... . If that be all , the shepherd said , Heigh - ho , shepherd said , He makes thee wife it , gentle maid , And so secure thy malady ; 69 Hereon they kiss'd with many an oath , Heigh - A blythe and bonnie country lass, -
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ABERDEEN CANTUS adieu alace Anne hath Anne Hathaway auld wife Ballad beauty beauty's BEN JOHNSON Billy boy birds blooming blush bonnie lassie born bosom bower breath bright cheek cuckoo Cupid darling dear delight despair disdain doth Dunoon England's Helicon eyes fair fancy flowers fond foregoing frae glen grace green grief grove haste heart heaven Heigh-ho hope JOHN LYLY kiss lady lass Lauderdale lips live Lord Lord Delaware love good-morrow love's lover lusty maid mind morn muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er pain pale poet poetry Poor auld maidens pretty Queen RICHARD LOVELACE rose round Rowallan ROWALLAN'S POEMS says Scottish sigh sing SIR WILLIAM MURE smile song Sonnets sorrow soul spring stanza stars summer sweet love tears thee thine THOMAS CAREW THOMAS MORLEY thou three ravens tree wanton weep wild wind WIND-FLOWER winter young
Populaire passages
Pagina 57 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Pagina 78 - Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Pagina 30 - I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Pagina 72 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Pagina 34 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour into thee.
Pagina 32 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Pagina 52 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Pagina 50 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Pagina 34 - CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer : There, Where my Julia's lips do smile ; There's the land, or cherry-isle, Whose plantations fully show All the year where cherries grow.
Pagina 73 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires, As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away.