Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777George Newnes, 1905 - 242 pagina's |
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Pagina vi
... Shepherd Enone's Complaint . Colin's Dirge The Aged Man - at - arms Love and Melampus Cupid's Arrows What Thing is Love ? The Maid's Resolve . Bethsabe Bathing . ROBERT GREENE , circa 1560-1592 Beauty Suing for Love THOMAS NASH , 1567 ...
... Shepherd Enone's Complaint . Colin's Dirge The Aged Man - at - arms Love and Melampus Cupid's Arrows What Thing is Love ? The Maid's Resolve . Bethsabe Bathing . ROBERT GREENE , circa 1560-1592 Beauty Suing for Love THOMAS NASH , 1567 ...
Pagina x
... Sorrow , Sorrow THOMAS GOFFE , 1591-1629 155 156 Drop Golden Showers , Gentle Sleep 156 Come , Shepherds , Come In Praise of Phillis Now Fie on Love • • 156 · 157 157 THOMAS HEYWOOD , died circa 1650 . The Nature of X.
... Sorrow , Sorrow THOMAS GOFFE , 1591-1629 155 156 Drop Golden Showers , Gentle Sleep 156 Come , Shepherds , Come In Praise of Phillis Now Fie on Love • • 156 · 157 157 THOMAS HEYWOOD , died circa 1650 . The Nature of X.
Pagina xii
... Shepherds ' Festival Love's Hue and Cry The Fool The End of the Masque Hang Care Cupid's Search The Common Doom Love and Death The Equality of the Grave Cease , Warring Thoughts . Come , My Daphne , Come Away JOHN MILTON , 1608-1674 O ...
... Shepherds ' Festival Love's Hue and Cry The Fool The End of the Masque Hang Care Cupid's Search The Common Doom Love and Death The Equality of the Grave Cease , Warring Thoughts . Come , My Daphne , Come Away JOHN MILTON , 1608-1674 O ...
Pagina xiii
... Love's Revenge 232 Fly , Shepherds 233 Learned Women 233 WILLIAM CONGREVE , 1670-1729 235 The Oracle 235 Love's Infidelities 235 Love's Ambition 236 Drinking Song 236 PAGE GEORGE FARQUHAR , 1678-1707 False Love only is Blind xiii.
... Love's Revenge 232 Fly , Shepherds 233 Learned Women 233 WILLIAM CONGREVE , 1670-1729 235 The Oracle 235 Love's Infidelities 235 Love's Ambition 236 Drinking Song 236 PAGE GEORGE FARQUHAR , 1678-1707 False Love only is Blind xiii.
Pagina 28
... shepherd on our green , A love for any lady . Par . Fair and fair and twice so fair , As fair as any may be : Thy love is fair for thee alone , And for no other lady . En . My love is fair , my love is gay , As fresh as bin the flowers ...
... shepherd on our green , A love for any lady . Par . Fair and fair and twice so fair , As fair as any may be : Thy love is fair for thee alone , And for no other lady . En . My love is fair , my love is gay , As fresh as bin the flowers ...
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
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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...