Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pàgines |
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Pàgina 16
... tell how . Tibet . I shrew them that say nay , and that shall not be I. Madge . And I am well content . Tibet . Sing on then by and by . * Mastery , superior skill . No man complaining , Nor other disdaining , For loss 16 SONGS FROM THE ...
... tell how . Tibet . I shrew them that say nay , and that shall not be I. Madge . And I am well content . Tibet . Sing on then by and by . * Mastery , superior skill . No man complaining , Nor other disdaining , For loss 16 SONGS FROM THE ...
Pàgina 23
... tell all to you , I shall undo you . Her eye so rolling Each heart controlling ; Her nose not long , Her stode not wrong : Her finger tips So clean she clips ; Her rosy lips , Her cheeks gossips So fair , so ruddy , It axeth study The ...
... tell all to you , I shall undo you . Her eye so rolling Each heart controlling ; Her nose not long , Her stode not wrong : Her finger tips So clean she clips ; Her rosy lips , Her cheeks gossips So fair , so ruddy , It axeth study The ...
Pàgina 32
... tell ? Ye are welcome , ye are come well , As heart can wish your coming fell , Your coming glads my heart each dell ! This is welcome ! Wherefore all doubts to relinquish , Your welcome is your best dish . Now as we have in words here ...
... tell ? Ye are welcome , ye are come well , As heart can wish your coming fell , Your coming glads my heart each dell ! This is welcome ! Wherefore all doubts to relinquish , Your welcome is your best dish . Now as we have in words here ...
Pàgina 35
... tell yowe trwe not for a c [ r ] ovne of golde ther commethe one syppe within my lyppe whether hyt be newe or olde . backe & syde , & c . good ale & stronge makethe me amonge full joconde & full lyte that ofte I slepe & take no kepe ...
... tell yowe trwe not for a c [ r ] ovne of golde ther commethe one syppe within my lyppe whether hyt be newe or olde . backe & syde , & c . good ale & stronge makethe me amonge full joconde & full lyte that ofte I slepe & take no kepe ...
Pàgina 61
... tell me when Love takes least harm ? When swains ' sweet pipes are puffed , and trulls are warm . Melampus , tell me when is love best fed ? When it has sucked the sweet that ease hath bred . Melampus , when is time in love ill spent ...
... tell me when Love takes least harm ? When swains ' sweet pipes are puffed , and trulls are warm . Melampus , tell me when is love best fed ? When it has sucked the sweet that ease hath bred . Melampus , when is time in love ill spent ...
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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.