Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan AgeArthur Henry Bullen Sidgwick and Jackson, 1913 - 301 pagine |
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Anthony Munday arrows beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bless bliss bright charm chaste cheeks Chorus crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death delight dong doth drink eyes face fair fairy fancy Fcap 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 wind wings Witch youth
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Pagina 46 - 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 215 - 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 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Pagina 60 - 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 56 - 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 73 - 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 188 - 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.
Pagina 147 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Pagina 41 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Pagina 59 - The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there ; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. BURTHEN [dispersed!?]. Hark, hark! Bow-wow. The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow. ARIEL. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND. Where should this music be? I