Lyrics from the Song-books of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen Lawrence and Bullen, 1887 - 233页 |
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adieu Airs circ Ballets and Madrigals beauty beauty's Book of Airs Book of Songs Brougham Castle CAMPION and ROSSETER'S CAMPION's Third Book Canzo Canzonets chil love dance day to woo dear delight disdain England's Helicon English Madrigals eyes Fa la la fair faith fear fire five and six flowers grace grief hast hath heart heaven hope kiss Lady live looks love's lovers mind Music of Sundry never ORLANDO GIBBONS pity pleasure poem praise Robert Dowland ROBERT JONES ROSSETER'S Book Samuel Daniel scorn Set of English Set of Madrigals shepherd sighs sight sing sleep smiles song-books Songs and Airs Songs of Sundry Songs or Airs Sonnets sorrow stanza Sundry Kinds Sundry Natures sweet Love tears thee THOMAS CAMPION's Third THOMAS FORD'S Music THOMAS GREAVES THOMAS MORLEY's THOMAS WEELKES thou thoughts Ultimum Vale untrue Love verses weep WILLIAM BYRD'S Psalms WILLIAM BYRD's Songs
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第80页 - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; And all my good is but vain hope of gain. The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done.
第58页 - He said he had loved her long, She said, love should have no wrong ; Corydon would kiss her then,. She said, maids must kiss no men, Till they did for good and all ; Then she made the shepherd- call • All the heavens to witness truth Never loved a truer youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, Yea and nay, and faith and troth, Such as silly shepherds use When they will not Love abuse...
第156页 - When thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admired guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White lope, blithe Helen, and the rest...
第125页 - THERE is a Lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.
第119页 - THE man of life upright, Whose guiltless heart is free From all dishonest deeds, Or thought of vanity ; The man whose silent days. In harmless joys are spent. Whom hopes cannot delude Nor sorrow discontent : That man needs neither towers Nor armour for defence...
第62页 - Climb up to the apple loft, And turn the crabs till they be soft. Tib is all the father's joy, And little Tom the mother's boy. All their pleasure is content, And care to pay their yearly rent. Joan can call by name her cows, And deck her windows with green boughs; She can wreaths and tutties make, And trim with plums a bridal cake.
第63页 - KIND are her answers, But her performance keeps no day ; Breaks time, as dancers From their own music when they stray. All her free favours and smooth words, Wing my hopes in vain. O did ever voice so sweet but only feign ? Can true love yield such delay, Converting joy to pain ? Lost is our freedom, When we submit to women so : Why do we need them When, in their best they work our woe ? There is no wisdom Can alter ends, by Fate prefixed.
第xvi页 - To hear the stories of thy finished love From that smooth tongue whose music hell can move ; Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me.
第26页 - The heart is true. Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again; My trifles come as treasures from my mind: It is a precious jewel to be plain; Sometimes in shell the orient'st pearls we find. Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain! Of me a grain! Within this pack pins, points, laces, and gloves, And divers toys...
第90页 - NOW winter nights enlarge The number of their hours, And clouds their storms discharge Upon the airy towers. Let now the chimneys blaze, And cups o'erflow with wine. Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine. Now yellow waxen lights Shall wait on honey love, While youthful revels, masks, and courtly sights Sleep's leaden spells remove* This time doth well dispense With lovers