Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777George Newnes, 1905 - 242 páginas |
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... Phoebus , Unto Thee We Sing 161 Agincourt 162 . Harvest Song to Ceres 162 Ye Little Birds that Sit and Sing 163 The Nations 164 Hail , Beauteous Dian 165 PHILIP MASSINGER , 1583-1640 167 The Sweets of Beauty 167 Death , Strike Home 167 ...
... Phoebus , Unto Thee We Sing 161 Agincourt 162 . Harvest Song to Ceres 162 Ye Little Birds that Sit and Sing 163 The Nations 164 Hail , Beauteous Dian 165 PHILIP MASSINGER , 1583-1640 167 The Sweets of Beauty 167 Death , Strike Home 167 ...
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... Phoebus and that throne Of diamonds which he sits upon . Io Pæans let us sing To Physic and to Poesy's king . Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about ...
... Phoebus and that throne Of diamonds which he sits upon . Io Pæans let us sing To Physic and to Poesy's king . Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about ...
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SONG AT SUNRISE HARK ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that ...
SONG AT SUNRISE HARK ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that ...
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... Phoebus ' heat doth send On the earth , may still befriend Thee and this arbour ! The Faithful Shepherdess . TO HIS CRUEL MISTRESS Go , happy heart , for thou shalt lie Intombed in her for whom I die , Example of her cruelty . Tell her ...
... Phoebus ' heat doth send On the earth , may still befriend Thee and this arbour ! The Faithful Shepherdess . TO HIS CRUEL MISTRESS Go , happy heart , for thou shalt lie Intombed in her for whom I die , Example of her cruelty . Tell her ...
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... PHOEBUS , UNTO THEE WE SING PHEBUS , unto thee we sing , O thou great Idalian king ; Thou the God of physic art . Of poetry and archery : We sing unto thee with a heart Devoted to thy deity . All bright glory crown thy 161 L.
... PHOEBUS , UNTO THEE WE SING PHEBUS , unto thee we sing , O thou great Idalian king ; Thou the God of physic art . Of poetry and archery : We sing unto thee with a heart Devoted to thy deity . All bright glory crown thy 161 L.
Términos y frases comunes
Beauty behold birds blessed blood bright Careless Shepherdess charm chaste circa Cuckoo Cupid Cynthia's Revels dance dead Death delight ding DIRGE dost doth drink eyes fair fairy Faithful Shepherdess fantasy will never father spite fear feast fire flowers fool FRANCIS BEAUMONT Gipsies give golden GOLDEN SLUMBERS grave green Hark hast hath heart Heaven HECATE heigh Here's Hey nonny hither honour JOHN WEBSTER king kiss lady laugh lips live Love's lovers lullaby lusty maid married a Sunday Master Constable merrily merry Mistress mortal ne'er Nice Valour night nymph o'er Pan's PETER HAUSTED Phoebus pity pleasure pretty Queen ring round SABRINA FAIR SATYR shepherds sigh sing sleep slumber SONG Sorrow spite and spurn spring Sun's Darling swain tears tell thee thing THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art Trilla unto Venus wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM ROWLEY wind wine youth
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Página 65 - 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.
Página 65 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Página 49 - 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.
Página 204 - 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.
Página 45 - 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.
Página 78 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again; But if once we lose this light, "Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys ? Fame and rumour are but toys.
Página 62 - The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair, For beauty lives with kindness f Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being helpd, inhabits there.
Página 53 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Página 49 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Página 50 - Now the wasted brands do glow. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run...