Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pàgines |
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Pàgina 27
... ! Make ye not two sorrows of one , For of one grief grafted alone To graft a sorrow thereupon , A sourer crab we can graft none ; Be merry , friends ! Taking our sorrows sorrowfully , Sorrow augmenteth our malady ; JOHN HEYWOOD . 27.
... ! Make ye not two sorrows of one , For of one grief grafted alone To graft a sorrow thereupon , A sourer crab we can graft none ; Be merry , friends ! Taking our sorrows sorrowfully , Sorrow augmenteth our malady ; JOHN HEYWOOD . 27.
Pàgina 28
Robert Bell. Taking our sorrows sorrowfully , Sorrow augmenteth our malady ; Taking our sorrows merrily , Mirth salveth sorrows most soundly ; Be merry , friends ! Of griefs to come standing in fray , Provide defence the best we may ...
Robert Bell. Taking our sorrows sorrowfully , Sorrow augmenteth our malady ; Taking our sorrows merrily , Mirth salveth sorrows most soundly ; Be merry , friends ! Of griefs to come standing in fray , Provide defence the best we may ...
Pàgina 68
... What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams 68 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT ·
... What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams 68 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT ·
Pàgina 69
Robert Bell. O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . THE COMING OF WINTER . AUTUMN hath ...
Robert Bell. O trees consume your sap in sorrow's source , Streams turn to tears your tributary course . Go not yet hence , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . THE COMING OF WINTER . AUTUMN hath ...
Pàgina 106
... sorrow sung , That such a king should play bo - peep , the fool among . And go * This is the opening verse of an old ballad adapted to Desdemona by changing the sex of the forsaken lover . The following are the words of the original ...
... sorrow sung , That such a king should play bo - peep , the fool among . And go * This is the opening verse of an old ballad adapted to Desdemona by changing the sex of the forsaken lover . The following are the words of the original ...
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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.