Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen Lawrence and Bullen, 1891 - 301 pagine |
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Pagina xii
... pleasure it is to croon them over ! " The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit . " But when the play was produced it was sickly autumn , and the plague was stalking through the ...
... pleasure it is to croon them over ! " The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit . " But when the play was produced it was sickly autumn , and the plague was stalking through the ...
Pagina xxviii
... pleasure ( Lodge ) Queen and huntress , chaste and fair ( Ben Jonson ) . Rise from the shades below ( John Fletcher ) Rise , lady mistress , rise ( Nathaniel Field ) Roses , their sharp spines being gone ( Shakespeare ? ) Run to love's ...
... pleasure ( Lodge ) Queen and huntress , chaste and fair ( Ben Jonson ) . Rise from the shades below ( John Fletcher ) Rise , lady mistress , rise ( Nathaniel Field ) Roses , their sharp spines being gone ( Shakespeare ? ) Run to love's ...
Pagina 2
... pleasure , in youth is pleasure . Therefore my heart is surely pight ? Of her alone to have a sight , Which is my joy and heart's delight : In youth is pleasure , in youth is pleasure . 1 Middle , midst . 2 Fixed . From JOHN STILL's ...
... pleasure , in youth is pleasure . Therefore my heart is surely pight ? Of her alone to have a sight , Which is my joy and heart's delight : In youth is pleasure , in youth is pleasure . 1 Middle , midst . 2 Fixed . From JOHN STILL's ...
Pagina 27
... pleasure , suddenly decay . Go not yet away , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear . What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees ...
... pleasure , suddenly decay . Go not yet away , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear . What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees ...
Pagina 28
... pleasure ! Short days , sharp days , long nights come on apace : Ah , who shall hide us from the winter's face ? Cold doth increase , the sickness will not cease , And here we lie , God knows , with little ease . From winter , plague ...
... pleasure ! Short days , sharp days , long nights come on apace : Ah , who shall hide us from the winter's face ? Cold doth increase , the sickness will not cease , And here we lie , God knows , with little ease . From winter , plague ...
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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.