Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777George Newnes, 1905 - 242 pagina's |
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Pagina xiii
... Youth and in Age SIR CHARLES SEDLEY , circa 1639-1701 · 219 · 219 220 • · 220 221 222 • 223 224 224 225 225 226 · 227 · 227 228 228 228 229 230 The Growth of Love 230 SIR JOHN VANBRUGH , 1664-1726 232 Love's Revenge 232 Fly , Shepherds ...
... Youth and in Age SIR CHARLES SEDLEY , circa 1639-1701 · 219 · 219 220 • · 220 221 222 • 223 224 224 225 225 226 · 227 · 227 228 228 228 229 230 The Growth of Love 230 SIR JOHN VANBRUGH , 1664-1726 232 Love's Revenge 232 Fly , Shepherds ...
Pagina 30
... youth waneth by increasing Beauty , strength , youth , are flowers but fading seen . Duty , faith , love , are roots , and ever green . His helmet now shall make a hive for bees , And lovers ' songs be turned to holy psalms ; A man - at ...
... youth waneth by increasing Beauty , strength , youth , are flowers but fading seen . Duty , faith , love , are roots , and ever green . His helmet now shall make a hive for bees , And lovers ' songs be turned to holy psalms ; A man - at ...
Pagina 61
... youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me , and all that I can make ; Or else by him my love deny , And then I'll study how to die . As You Like It . TELL ME , WHERE IS FANCY BRED TELL me , where is Fancy bred , Or in the heart ...
... youth and kind Will the faithful offer take Of me , and all that I can make ; Or else by him my love deny , And then I'll study how to die . As You Like It . TELL ME , WHERE IS FANCY BRED TELL me , where is Fancy bred , Or in the heart ...
Pagina 62
... Youth's a stuff will not endure . Twelfth Night . TO SILVIA I WHO is Silvia ? what is she , That all our swains commend her , Holy , fair , and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her , That she might admiréd be . Is she kind ...
... Youth's a stuff will not endure . Twelfth Night . TO SILVIA I WHO is Silvia ? what is she , That all our swains commend her , Holy , fair , and wise is she ; The heaven such grace did lend her , That she might admiréd be . Is she kind ...
Pagina 64
... youth unmeet , Youth , so apt to pluck a sweet . Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were ; And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . " Love's Labour's Lost . LOVE FORSWORN TAKE , O take those lips away ...
... youth unmeet , Youth , so apt to pluck a sweet . Thou for whom Jove would swear Juno but an Ethiope were ; And deny himself for Jove , Turning mortal for thy love . " Love's Labour's Lost . LOVE FORSWORN TAKE , O take those lips away ...
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...