Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pàgines |
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Pàgina 25
... doth grow ? That one who most kind love on me should bestow , Most unkind unkindness to me she doth show , For all a green willow is my garland ! To have love and hold love , where love is so sped , Oh ! delicate food to the lover so ...
... doth grow ? That one who most kind love on me should bestow , Most unkind unkindness to me she doth show , For all a green willow is my garland ! To have love and hold love , where love is so sped , Oh ! delicate food to the lover so ...
Pàgina 26
... doth beg for this willow garland ! Of this willow garland the burden seems small , But my break - neck burden I may it well call ; Like the sow of lead on my head it doth fall ! Break head , and break neck , back , bones , brain , heart ...
... doth beg for this willow garland ! Of this willow garland the burden seems small , But my break - neck burden I may it well call ; Like the sow of lead on my head it doth fall ! Break head , and break neck , back , bones , brain , heart ...
Pàgina 27
Robert Bell. For whoso doth , when all is sought , Shall find that thought availeth nought ; Be merry , friends ! All such as have all wealth at will , Their wills at will for to fulfil , From grief or grudge or any ill I need not sing ...
Robert Bell. For whoso doth , when all is sought , Shall find that thought availeth nought ; Be merry , friends ! All such as have all wealth at will , Their wills at will for to fulfil , From grief or grudge or any ill I need not sing ...
Pàgina 29
... discuss , The total sum doth show us straight This idleness to weigh such weight That it no tongue can well express , The harm that groweth of idleness . THE DRAMATISTS . 3 This vice I liken to a weed That husband - JOHN HEYWOOD . 29.
... discuss , The total sum doth show us straight This idleness to weigh such weight That it no tongue can well express , The harm that groweth of idleness . THE DRAMATISTS . 3 This vice I liken to a weed That husband - JOHN HEYWOOD . 29.
Pàgina 30
... doth root or breed ; The grain to ground it doth incline It never ripeth , but rotteth in fine ; And even a like thing is to guess Against all virtue , idleness . The proud man may be patient , The ireful may be liberal , The gluttonous ...
... doth root or breed ; The grain to ground it doth incline It never ripeth , but rotteth in fine ; And even a like thing is to guess Against all virtue , idleness . The proud man may be patient , The ireful may be liberal , The gluttonous ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Ascribed to Fletcher ballad Bartholomew Fair beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool friends give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph pain Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poet pretty purse queen Rosalind round Samela Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verses wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 105 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pàgina 212 - 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?
Pàgina 89 - 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.
Pàgina 94 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Pàgina 89 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Pàgina 81 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Pàgina 102 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Pàgina 81 - 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...
Pàgina 98 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Pàgina 87 - 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.