Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777George Newnes, 1905 - 242 strán (strany) |
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Strana v
... circa 1500–1565 In Praise of His Lady JOHN STILL , 1543-1608 Drinking Song • • JOHN REDFORD , circa 1535 Song of Honest Recreation THOMAS INGELEND , circa 1560 My Fantasy Will Never Turn ANTHONY MUNDAY , 1553-1633 Wanton Love . Sundered ...
... circa 1500–1565 In Praise of His Lady JOHN STILL , 1543-1608 Drinking Song • • JOHN REDFORD , circa 1535 Song of Honest Recreation THOMAS INGELEND , circa 1560 My Fantasy Will Never Turn ANTHONY MUNDAY , 1553-1633 Wanton Love . Sundered ...
Strana vi
... circa 1560-1592 Beauty Suing for Love THOMAS NASH , 1567-1601 28 29 29 30 30 23 23 31 Spring , the Sweet Spring The Decay of Summer The Coming of Winter Adieu ; Farewell Earth's Bliss SAMUEL DANIEL , 1562-1619 Opinion , How Dost Thou ...
... circa 1560-1592 Beauty Suing for Love THOMAS NASH , 1567-1601 28 29 29 30 30 23 23 31 Spring , the Sweet Spring The Decay of Summer The Coming of Winter Adieu ; Farewell Earth's Bliss SAMUEL DANIEL , 1562-1619 Opinion , How Dost Thou ...
Strana vii
... circa 1573-1637 . Echo Mourning the Death of Nar- cissus • 63 64 64 65 65 66 73 73 74 74 The Lover's Ideal Wanton Cupid 75 76 Wake , Music and Wine 76 The Feast of the Senses 76 Fools 77 Love While We Can The Birth of Love 77 78 Cupids ...
... circa 1573-1637 . Echo Mourning the Death of Nar- cissus • 63 64 64 65 65 66 73 73 74 74 The Lover's Ideal Wanton Cupid 75 76 Wake , Music and Wine 76 The Feast of the Senses 76 Fools 77 Love While We Can The Birth of Love 77 78 Cupids ...
Strana ix
... circa 1570-1627 What Love is Like Pity , Pity , Pity Cherry Lip and Wanton Eye O for a Bowl of Fat Canary The Three States of Woman Hecate and the Witches Black Spirits and White 130 130 130 131 131 132 132 134 THOMAS MIDDLETON ...
... circa 1570-1627 What Love is Like Pity , Pity , Pity Cherry Lip and Wanton Eye O for a Bowl of Fat Canary The Three States of Woman Hecate and the Witches Black Spirits and White 130 130 130 131 131 132 132 134 THOMAS MIDDLETON ...
Strana x
... circa 1570-1627 , and WILLIAM ROWLEY , circa 1585- PAGE 135 136 136 1642 138 Trip It , Gipsies 138 The Gipsy Rout 139 The Gipsy's Oath 140 THOMAS DEKKER , circa 1570-1641 142 Virtue and Vice 142 The Summer's Queen 143 Saint Hugh 143 ...
... circa 1570-1627 , and WILLIAM ROWLEY , circa 1585- PAGE 135 136 136 1642 138 Trip It , Gipsies 138 The Gipsy Rout 139 The Gipsy's Oath 140 THOMAS DEKKER , circa 1570-1641 142 Virtue and Vice 142 The Summer's Queen 143 Saint Hugh 143 ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
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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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...