Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1855 - 268 Seiten |
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... sweet as honey ; Custance is as sweet as honey ; I her lamb , and she my coney ; I mun be married a Sunday . When we shall make our wedding feast , When we shall make our wedding feast , There shall be cheer for man and beast , I mun be ...
... sweet as honey ; Custance is as sweet as honey ; I her lamb , and she my coney ; I mun be married a Sunday . When we shall make our wedding feast , When we shall make our wedding feast , There shall be cheer for man and beast , I mun be ...
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... sweet text , Be merry , friends ! To laugh and win each man agrees , But each man cannot laugh and lose , Yet laughing in the last of those Hath been allowed of sage decrees ; Be merry , friends ! Be merry with sorrow , wise men have ...
... sweet text , Be merry , friends ! To laugh and win each man agrees , But each man cannot laugh and lose , Yet laughing in the last of those Hath been allowed of sage decrees ; Be merry , friends ! Be merry with sorrow , wise men have ...
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... cannot stain the shine of thee , Nor yet Minerva of great might . Thou passest Venus far away , Lady , Lady ! Love thee I will both night and day , My dear Lady ! THE DRAMATISTS . So clear , so sweet , so fair , so LEWIS WAGER . 45 115.
... cannot stain the shine of thee , Nor yet Minerva of great might . Thou passest Venus far away , Lady , Lady ! Love thee I will both night and day , My dear Lady ! THE DRAMATISTS . So clear , so sweet , so fair , so LEWIS WAGER . 45 115.
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Robert Bell. So clear , so sweet , so fair , so good , so fresh , so gay , In all Jurie truly at this day there is none . With a lusty voice sing we dery dery , Hussa , Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . WILLIAM WAGER . 15- [ THE date ...
Robert Bell. So clear , so sweet , so fair , so good , so fresh , so gay , In all Jurie truly at this day there is none . With a lusty voice sing we dery dery , Hussa , Mistress Mary , I pray you be merry . WILLIAM WAGER . 15- [ THE date ...
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... bleed . Shoot soft , sweet Love , for fear thou shoot amiss , For fear too keen Thy arrows been , And hit the heart where my beloved is . Too fair that fortune were , nor never I Shall 58 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . *****
... bleed . Shoot soft , sweet Love , for fear thou shoot amiss , For fear too keen Thy arrows been , And hit the heart where my beloved is . Too fair that fortune were , nor never I Shall 58 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . *****
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ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys bright charm chaste Collier comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire Fletcher flowers fool friends Gammer Gurton's Needle garland give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate Here's Heywood honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lusty maid married a Sunday merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny Notes and Memoir Patient Grissell pity play poem Poetical Poets pretty printed Queen Roister Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sung sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verse wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch writer youth
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Seite 105 - 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. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 94 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Seite 121 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 89 - 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.
Seite 87 - 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.
Seite 89 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 81 - 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: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 98 - 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.
Seite 91 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly.
Seite 80 - 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...