Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777George Newnes, 1905 - 242 pagina's |
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Pagina ix
PAGE FRANCIS BEAUMONT and JOHN FLETCHER -continued Turn , Turn Thy Beauteous Face Away Fair , Plump and Red Drink To - day , and Drown All Sorrow Take , O Take Those Lips Away IIO III III 112 To the Blest Evanthe 112 The Dead Host 113 ...
PAGE FRANCIS BEAUMONT and JOHN FLETCHER -continued Turn , Turn Thy Beauteous Face Away Fair , Plump and Red Drink To - day , and Drown All Sorrow Take , O Take Those Lips Away IIO III III 112 To the Blest Evanthe 112 The Dead Host 113 ...
Pagina 17
... face who can be weary ? Hoigh my Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . The hair of your head shineth as the pure gold , Your eyes as glass , and right amiable ; Your smiling countenance , so lovely to behold , To us all is most pleasant ...
... face who can be weary ? Hoigh my Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . The hair of your head shineth as the pure gold , Your eyes as glass , and right amiable ; Your smiling countenance , so lovely to behold , To us all is most pleasant ...
Pagina 24
... faces . On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry , But Daphne's lip a sweeter berry ; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt And then no heavenlier warmth is felt ; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres , My Daphne's music charms all ...
... faces . On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry , But Daphne's lip a sweeter berry ; Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt And then no heavenlier warmth is felt ; My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres , My Daphne's music charms all ...
Pagina 25
... faces smug and round as pearls , When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play , With dancing wear out night and day · The ... face is called divine . Sing to Phoebus and that throne Of diamonds which he sits upon . Io Pæans let us sing To ...
... faces smug and round as pearls , When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play , With dancing wear out night and day · The ... face is called divine . Sing to Phoebus and that throne Of diamonds which he sits upon . Io Pæans let us sing To ...
Pagina 26
... faces , And from girls can fetch embraces . By thee our noses swell With sparkling carbuncle . O , the dear blood of grapes Turns us to antic shapes , Now to show tricks like apes , Now lion - like to roar , Now goatishly to whore , Now ...
... faces , And from girls can fetch embraces . By thee our noses swell With sparkling carbuncle . O , the dear blood of grapes Turns us to antic shapes , Now to show tricks like apes , Now lion - like to roar , Now goatishly to whore , Now ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Beauty behold birds blessed blood bright Careless Shepherdess charm chaste circa Cuckoo Cupid Cynthia's Revels dance dead Death delight ding DIRGE dost doth drink eyes fair fairy Faithful Shepherdess fantasy will never father spite fear feast fire flowers fool FRANCIS BEAUMONT Gipsies give golden GOLDEN SLUMBERS grave green Hark hast hath heart Heaven HECATE heigh Here's Hey nonny hither honour JOHN WEBSTER king kiss lady laugh lips live Love's lovers lullaby lusty maid married a Sunday Master Constable merrily merry Mistress mortal ne'er Nice Valour night nymph o'er Pan's PETER HAUSTED Phoebus pity pleasure pretty Queen ring round SABRINA FAIR SATYR shepherds sigh sing sleep slumber SONG Sorrow spite and spurn spring Sun's Darling swain tears tell thee thing THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art Trilla unto Venus wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM ROWLEY wind wine youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 65 - 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.
Pagina 65 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pagina 49 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Pagina 204 - 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.
Pagina 45 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pagina 78 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again; But if once we lose this light, "Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys ? Fame and rumour are but toys.
Pagina 62 - The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair, For beauty lives with kindness f Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being helpd, inhabits there.
Pagina 53 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Pagina 49 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Pagina 50 - Now the wasted brands do glow. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run...