Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268页 |
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... fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire . No frost nor snow , no wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapt , and throwly * lapt , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side go bare , & c . And Tyb my ...
... fire , A little bread shall do me stead , Much bread I not desire . No frost nor snow , no wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapt , and throwly * lapt , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side go bare , & c . And Tyb my ...
第52页
... fires to roast ye ; Then soberly let us be led . your head . Const . Come , my brown bills , we'll roar , Bounce loud at tavern door . Omnes . And in the morning steal all to bed . * The watchmen were so called from the pole they ...
... fires to roast ye ; Then soberly let us be led . your head . Const . Come , my brown bills , we'll roar , Bounce loud at tavern door . Omnes . And in the morning steal all to bed . * The watchmen were so called from the pole they ...
第53页
... Is any one undone by fire , And turned to ashes by desire ? Did ever any lady weep , Being cheated of her golden sleep * Sports , dances , pastimes . Stolen by sick thoughts ? -the pirate's found , And JOHN LYLY . 53 ENDYMION GALATHEA.
... Is any one undone by fire , And turned to ashes by desire ? Did ever any lady weep , Being cheated of her golden sleep * Sports , dances , pastimes . Stolen by sick thoughts ? -the pirate's found , And JOHN LYLY . 53 ENDYMION GALATHEA.
第55页
... fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io Peans let us sing To the glittering Delian king . MOTHER ...
... fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io Peans let us sing To the glittering Delian king . MOTHER ...
第56页
... fire . Io Bacchus ! at thy table , Make us of thy reeling rabble . 0 CUPID . CUPID ! monarch over kings , Wherefore hast thou feet and wings ? Is it to show how swift thou art , When thou woundest a tender heart ? Thy wings being ...
... fire . Io Bacchus ! at thy table , Make us of thy reeling rabble . 0 CUPID . CUPID ! monarch over kings , Wherefore hast thou feet and wings ? Is it to show how swift thou art , When thou woundest a tender heart ? Thy wings being ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed 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
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第101页 - 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...
第202页 - 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?
第90页 - 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.
第217页 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
第141页 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
第79页 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
第92页 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
第94页 - 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.
第98页 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
第85页 - 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.