Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen Lawrence and Bullen, 1891 - 301 pagine |
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Pagina xxv
... keep ( John Ford ) Fond feigning poets make of love a god ( Greene ) . Fond Love , no more ( Thomas Forde ) Fools , they are the only nation ( Ben Jonson ) . For pity , pretty eyes , surcease ( Lodge ) Fortune smiles , cry holiday ...
... keep ( John Ford ) Fond feigning poets make of love a god ( Greene ) . Fond Love , no more ( Thomas Forde ) Fools , they are the only nation ( Ben Jonson ) . For pity , pretty eyes , surcease ( Lodge ) Fortune smiles , cry holiday ...
Pagina xxviii
... keep ( John Fletcher ) Sing to Apollo , god of day ( Lyly ) Sitting by a river's side ( Greene ) Slaves are they that heap up mountains ( Randolph ) Slow , slow , fresh fount , keep time with my salt tears ( Ben Jonson ) So sweet a kiss ...
... keep ( John Fletcher ) Sing to Apollo , god of day ( Lyly ) Sitting by a river's side ( Greene ) Slaves are they that heap up mountains ( Randolph ) Slow , slow , fresh fount , keep time with my salt tears ( Ben Jonson ) So sweet a kiss ...
Pagina 24
... keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause cause of mourning . Let not my beauty's fire Inflame unstaid desire , Nor pierce any bright eye That wandereth lightly . From LODGE and GREENE'S A Looking Glass for London and 24 GEORGE PEELE .
... keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause cause of mourning . Let not my beauty's fire Inflame unstaid desire , Nor pierce any bright eye That wandereth lightly . From LODGE and GREENE'S A Looking Glass for London and 24 GEORGE PEELE .
Pagina 28
... keep us warm . Long banished must we live from our friends : This low - built house will bring us to our ends . From winter , plague and pestilence , good Lord , deliver us ! DEATH'S SUMMONS . ADIEU ; farewell earth's bliss , This 28 ...
... keep us warm . Long banished must we live from our friends : This low - built house will bring us to our ends . From winter , plague and pestilence , good Lord , deliver us ! DEATH'S SUMMONS . ADIEU ; farewell earth's bliss , This 28 ...
Pagina 33
... keep My tears for glasses , and still make me weep . O queen of queens , how far dost thou excel ! No thought can think , nor tongue of mortal tell . D PERJURY EXCUSED . ID not the heavenly rhetoric of thine WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 333.
... keep My tears for glasses , and still make me weep . O queen of queens , how far dost thou excel ! No thought can think , nor tongue of mortal tell . D PERJURY EXCUSED . ID not the heavenly rhetoric of thine WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 333.
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Parole e frasi comuni
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.