Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 pages |
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... keep the less thy soul in , Which rangeth forth beyond controlling Whilst thou hast nought to do but trolling Be merry , friends ! ] Be merry in God , saint Paul saith plain , And yet , saith he , be merry again ; Since whose advice is ...
... keep the less thy soul in , Which rangeth forth beyond controlling Whilst thou hast nought to do but trolling Be merry , friends ! ] Be merry in God , saint Paul saith plain , And yet , saith he , be merry again ; Since whose advice is ...
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... keep my girl at school ! She hath wandered to and fro , Further than a maid should go : Shall she never , while she lives , make me more a fool . LOVE IN PERPLEXITY . N a silent shade , as I sat a sunning , IN There I heard a maid ...
... keep my girl at school ! She hath wandered to and fro , Further than a maid should go : Shall she never , while she lives , make me more a fool . LOVE IN PERPLEXITY . N a silent shade , as I sat a sunning , IN There I heard a maid ...
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... keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause cause of mourning . Let not my beauty's fire Inflame unstayed desire , Nor pierce any bright eye That wandereth lightly . ROBERT GREENE . 1560-1592 . [ THE bulk of Greene's dramatic works ...
... keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause cause of mourning . Let not my beauty's fire Inflame unstayed desire , Nor pierce any bright eye That wandereth lightly . ROBERT GREENE . 1560-1592 . [ THE bulk of Greene's dramatic works ...
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... 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 ! APPROACHING DEATH . ADIEU ; farewell earth's bliss , This ...
... 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 ! APPROACHING DEATH . ADIEU ; farewell earth's bliss , This ...
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... keep my name uublotted . A virtuous life in maid and wife , The Spirit of God commends it ; Accursed he for ever be , That seeks with shame to offend it . ' With that she rose like nimble roe , The tender grass scarce bending , * And ...
... keep my name uublotted . A virtuous life in maid and wife , The Spirit of God commends it ; Accursed he for ever be , That seeks with shame to offend it . ' With that she rose like nimble roe , The tender grass scarce bending , * And ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad Bartholomew Fair beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool friends give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph pain Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poet pretty purse queen Rosalind round Samela Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verses wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch youth
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Page 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...
Page 212 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 102 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 81 - 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.