Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777George Newnes, 1905 - 242 pagina's |
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Pagina ix
... Live Well and Be Idle 117 Jillian of Berry 118 · The Song of May - day 118 Let the Mill Go Round 120 The Sleeping Beauty 121 What Women Most Desire 121 Sacrifice to Cupid 122 Lovers , Rejoice 122 Cupid , Pardon what is Past 123 A Bridal ...
... Live Well and Be Idle 117 Jillian of Berry 118 · The Song of May - day 118 Let the Mill Go Round 120 The Sleeping Beauty 121 What Women Most Desire 121 Sacrifice to Cupid 122 Lovers , Rejoice 122 Cupid , Pardon what is Past 123 A Bridal ...
Pagina x
... Live With Me Still . 146 Here Lies the Blithe Spring 147 Summer Sports 147 Cast Away Care 149 JOHN WEBSTER , circa 1580-1625 150 A Dirge . 150 The Madman's Song 150 Hark , Now Everything is Still Transitory Things JOHN WEBSTER , circa ...
... Live With Me Still . 146 Here Lies the Blithe Spring 147 Summer Sports 147 Cast Away Care 149 JOHN WEBSTER , circa 1580-1625 150 A Dirge . 150 The Madman's Song 150 Hark , Now Everything is Still Transitory Things JOHN WEBSTER , circa ...
Pagina 8
... lives of them and their wives , Whether they be young or old . Back and side go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go cold : But belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . Gammer Gurton's Needle . 1 Thoroughly ...
... lives of them and their wives , Whether they be young or old . Back and side go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go cold : But belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . Gammer Gurton's Needle . 1 Thoroughly ...
Pagina 14
... live , keep my girl at school ! She hath wandered to and fro , Further than a maid should go : Shall she never , while she lives , make me more a fool . John a Kent and John a Cumber . SUNDERED LOVE You that seek to sunder love , Learn ...
... live , keep my girl at school ! She hath wandered to and fro , Further than a maid should go : Shall she never , while she lives , make me more a fool . John a Kent and John a Cumber . SUNDERED LOVE You that seek to sunder love , Learn ...
Pagina 15
... lives are wholly given to hunt , And haunt the merry greenwood , Where our best service is daily spent For our master Robin Hood . Metropolis Coronata . THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD WEEP , weep , ye 15 Robin Hood and His Merry.
... lives are wholly given to hunt , And haunt the merry greenwood , Where our best service is daily spent For our master Robin Hood . Metropolis Coronata . THE DEATH OF ROBIN HOOD WEEP , weep , ye 15 Robin Hood and His Merry.
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...