Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pàgines |
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Pàgina 24
... - racteristic of the manner of the writer . ] tickle weather was uncertain weather . ticklish - a ticklish case , a doubtful case . Hence the modern phrase THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a 24 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
... - racteristic of the manner of the writer . ] tickle weather was uncertain weather . ticklish - a ticklish case , a doubtful case . Hence the modern phrase THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a 24 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
Pàgina 25
Robert Bell. THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a green willow , willow , All a green willow is my garland . Alas ! by what means may I make ye to know The unkindness for kindness that to me doth grow ? That one who most kind love on ...
Robert Bell. THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a green willow , willow , All a green willow is my garland . Alas ! by what means may I make ye to know The unkindness for kindness that to me doth grow ? That one who most kind love on ...
Pàgina 48
... green . Give us of your Christmas ale , In the honour of Saint Stephen . Robin Redbreast with his notes Singing aloft in the quire , Warneth to get you frieze coats , For Winter then draweth near . My bridle lieth on the shelf , If you ...
... green . Give us of your Christmas ale , In the honour of Saint Stephen . Robin Redbreast with his notes Singing aloft in the quire , Warneth to get you frieze coats , For Winter then draweth near . My bridle lieth on the shelf , If you ...
Pàgina 58
... 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 in May , And of ...
... 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 in May , And of ...
Pàgina 59
... green ; And in thy leaves my fortunes written be , And them some gentle wind let blow abroad , That all the world may see how false of love False Paris hath to his Enone been . COLIN'S DIRGE . WELLADAY , welladay , poor Colin , thou art ...
... green ; And in thy leaves my fortunes written be , And them some gentle wind let blow abroad , That all the world may see how false of love False Paris hath to his Enone been . COLIN'S DIRGE . WELLADAY , welladay , poor Colin , thou art ...
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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.