Songs from the British DramaEdward Bliss Reed Yale University Press, 1925 - 386 páginas |
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Página 113
... stay May find their loves as steady . HANS BEER - POT , HIS INVISIBLE COMEDY OF See Me , AND SEE ME NOT . 1618 . PHILIP MASSINGER 1583-1640 A Sad Song . Athenais in sackcloth . Her hair loose . WHY art thou slow , thou rest of trouble ...
... stay May find their loves as steady . HANS BEER - POT , HIS INVISIBLE COMEDY OF See Me , AND SEE ME NOT . 1618 . PHILIP MASSINGER 1583-1640 A Sad Song . Athenais in sackcloth . Her hair loose . WHY art thou slow , thou rest of trouble ...
Página 116
... stay longer if we durst : Away ! Alas that he that first Gave Time wild wings to fly away , Hath now no power to make him stay . But though these games must needs be played , I would this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature ...
... stay longer if we durst : Away ! Alas that he that first Gave Time wild wings to fly away , Hath now no power to make him stay . But though these games must needs be played , I would this pair , when they are laid , And not a creature ...
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... stay , And by forelock hold him fast Lest occasion slip away . THE WITTY FAIR ONE , iv . 1633 . 1. COME away , away , away , See the dawning of the day , Risen from the murmuring streams ; Some stars show with sickly beams , What stock ...
... stay , And by forelock hold him fast Lest occasion slip away . THE WITTY FAIR ONE , iv . 1633 . 1. COME away , away , away , See the dawning of the day , Risen from the murmuring streams ; Some stars show with sickly beams , What stock ...
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... stay ; In such warm snow who would not lose his way . Chorus : We'll laugh and leave the world behind ; And gods themselves that see Shall envy thee and me , But never find Such joys , when they embrace a deity . THE CARDINAL , v . 1652 ...
... stay ; In such warm snow who would not lose his way . Chorus : We'll laugh and leave the world behind ; And gods themselves that see Shall envy thee and me , But never find Such joys , when they embrace a deity . THE CARDINAL , v . 1652 ...
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... stay . Green woods are dumb , And will never tell to any Those dear kisses , and those many Sweet embraces , that are given ; Dainty pleasures , that would even Raise in coldest age a fire , And give virgin - blood desire . Then if ever ...
... stay . Green woods are dumb , And will never tell to any Those dear kisses , and those many Sweet embraces , that are given ; Dainty pleasures , that would even Raise in coldest age a fire , And give virgin - blood desire . Then if ever ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.