Songs from the British DramaEdward Bliss Reed Yale University Press, 1925 - 386 páginas |
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... death be flown , Lo ! here am I , That ye may spy I am your own . Then let us meet , My love so sweet , Half - way here thrown ! Science and her Company : I will not sleet Wit and his Company : All sing : My love to greet . Welcome ...
... death be flown , Lo ! here am I , That ye may spy I am your own . Then let us meet , My love so sweet , Half - way here thrown ! Science and her Company : I will not sleet Wit and his Company : All sing : My love to greet . Welcome ...
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... DEATH OF ROBERT , EARL OF HUNTINGTON , Other WISE CALLED ROBIN HOOD OF MERRY SHERWOOD . Scene 5. 1601 . 5. primer : book of prayers or devotions . JOHN LYLY 1554 ? -1606 Granichus : O FOR a bowl of fat canary , Rich Palermo , sparkling ...
... DEATH OF ROBERT , EARL OF HUNTINGTON , Other WISE CALLED ROBIN HOOD OF MERRY SHERWOOD . Scene 5. 1601 . 5. primer : book of prayers or devotions . JOHN LYLY 1554 ? -1606 Granichus : O FOR a bowl of fat canary , Rich Palermo , sparkling ...
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... death t ' untruss him . So , so : our work being done , let's play , Holiday , boys , cry holiday . SAPHO AND PHAO , iv . 3 . STAND : who goes there ? We charge you appear ' Fore our constable here , ( In the name of the Man in the Moon ...
... death t ' untruss him . So , so : our work being done , let's play , Holiday , boys , cry holiday . SAPHO AND PHAO , iv . 3 . STAND : who goes there ? We charge you appear ' Fore our constable here , ( In the name of the Man in the Moon ...
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... death be uttered , Heavily , heavily . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING , V. Enter Ophelia playing on a Lute , and her hair down , singing . How should I your true love know From another one ? By his cockle hat , and his staff , And his sandal ...
... death be uttered , Heavily , heavily . MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING , V. Enter Ophelia playing on a Lute , and her hair down , singing . How should I your true love know From another one ? By his cockle hat , and his staff , And his sandal ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
A. H. Bullen ANONYMOUS Autolycus beauty birds blow Bullen CARELESS SHEPHERDESS charm Charon Chorus Clytemnestra crown Cuckoo Cupid dance dear delight dialogue ditty doth dramatists drink E. K. Chambers edition Elizabethan England's Helicon Enter eyes fair farewell fear fire flowers folio fool gentle give green Guiderius Hark hath hear heart honour John King kiss lady laugh Love's lovers lulla lute maid MAID'S METAMORPHOSIS MAID'S TRAGEDY MASQUE merrily merry mistress musicians ne'er never night nymphs o'er play Playford's pleasure pretty printed prithee quarto Queen Robin round Shakespeare shepherds sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring stage direction stanza sung sweet tell thee There's Thomas THOMAS CAMPION thou Thracian title-page tune unto Venus Vincent Jackson voice wanton wassail weep Whilst willow wind young 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 64 - 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.
Página 62 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Página 143 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página 94 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Página 153 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy. Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up, without a sound...
Página 140 - 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.
Página 182 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Página 57 - 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 156 - 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.