Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen Lawrence and Bullen, 1891 - 301 pagine |
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Pagina viii
... John Lyly , who plentifully garnished his comedies with songs , while he never struck a lyrical note in his romance , Euphues . We are indebted to Edward Blount , the enterprising publisher who in 1632 issued a collec- tive edition of ...
... John Lyly , who plentifully garnished his comedies with songs , while he never struck a lyrical note in his romance , Euphues . We are indebted to Edward Blount , the enterprising publisher who in 1632 issued a collec- tive edition of ...
Pagina xiv
... John Fletcher were lyrists of the first rank . In his Inner Temple Masque Beaumont gave ample proof of his ability for song- writing . What a rapture is in this call to the masquers to begin the dance ! " Shake off your heavy trance ...
... John Fletcher were lyrists of the first rank . In his Inner Temple Masque Beaumont gave ample proof of his ability for song- writing . What a rapture is in this call to the masquers to begin the dance ! " Shake off your heavy trance ...
Pagina xv
... John Fletcher . I have drawn copiously from The Faith- ful Shepherdess , the best of English pastoral plays . It is deeply to be regretted that Fletcher by the introduction of offensive matter smirched the fair features of a poem that ...
... John Fletcher . I have drawn copiously from The Faith- ful Shepherdess , the best of English pastoral plays . It is deeply to be regretted that Fletcher by the introduction of offensive matter smirched the fair features of a poem that ...
Pagina xix
... John Jones ( of whom nothing is known ) , in his play , Adrasta , 1635 , has a good dirge , beginning " Die , die , ah die ! " Our old poets were fond of dirges and of bridal songs . Joseph Rutter , in The Shepherd's Holiday , has some ...
... John Jones ( of whom nothing is known ) , in his play , Adrasta , 1635 , has a good dirge , beginning " Die , die , ah die ! " Our old poets were fond of dirges and of bridal songs . Joseph Rutter , in The Shepherd's Holiday , has some ...
Pagina xxiii
... ( John Fletcher ) 274 140 271 278 29 Ah , what is love ? It is a pretty thing ( Greene ) 245 All that glisters is not ... ( John Fletcher ) 117 Among all sorts of people ( Shirley ) 180 And will he not come again ( Shakespeare ) 53 Are they ...
... ( John Fletcher ) 274 140 271 278 29 Ah , what is love ? It is a pretty thing ( Greene ) 245 All that glisters is not ... ( John Fletcher ) 117 Among all sorts of people ( Shirley ) 180 And will he not come again ( Shakespeare ) 53 Are they ...
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Anthony Munday arrows beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bless bliss bright chaste cheeks Chorus Cuckoo Cupid dance dead death delight dong doth drink eyes face fair fairy fancy fear fire flowers fool Gipsy golden grace green grief Hark haste hath heart heaven Hecate Heigh hither holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S king kiss lady lass live Love's lovers lusty Lyly's lyrical maid Masque Melampus merrily merry mistress N'oserez N'oserez vous never Nice Valour night Nymph Phillis Phoebus pity play pleasure poem pretty queen Richard Brome Robert Greene Robin Hood rose satyrs shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stay swain sweet tears thee Thetis thing THOMAS Thomas Lodge thou art unto Venus virgins vowed wanton weep Whilst William Rowley wind wings Witch youth
Brani popolari
Pagina 48 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Pagina 219 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance; Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save!
Pagina 216 - COMUS. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Pagina 192 - Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 58 - 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. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Pagina 218 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Pagina 37 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Pagina 75 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother...
Pagina 62 - 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.
Pagina 221 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.