British Anthologies, Bind 4Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1901 |
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Side 5
... . Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . The Scroll inside . The fire seven times tried this ! Seven times tried , that judgement is , That did never choose amiss ! Some there be that 5 Mam Shakespeare .
... . Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . The Scroll inside . The fire seven times tried this ! Seven times tried , that judgement is , That did never choose amiss ! Some there be that 5 Mam Shakespeare .
Side 6
Edward Arber. That did never choose amiss ! Some there be that shadows kiss ; Such have but a shadow's bliss ! There be fools alive iwis , Silvered o'er ; and so was this ! Take what wife you will , to bed ; I will ever be your head ! So ...
Edward Arber. That did never choose amiss ! Some there be that shadows kiss ; Such have but a shadow's bliss ! There be fools alive iwis , Silvered o'er ; and so was this ! Take what wife you will , to bed ; I will ever be your head ! So ...
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... lullaby , ' Lulla , lulla , lullaby ! Lulla , lulla , lullaby ! Never harm , Nor spell , nor charm , Come our lovely Lady nigh ! So , good night ! with lullaby . ' IST FAIRY . Weaving spiders , come not here ! ΙΟ William Shakespeare .
... lullaby , ' Lulla , lulla , lullaby ! Lulla , lulla , lullaby ! Never harm , Nor spell , nor charm , Come our lovely Lady nigh ! So , good night ! with lullaby . ' IST FAIRY . Weaving spiders , come not here ! ΙΟ William Shakespeare .
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... 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 ! ' 6 Sing no more Ditties ! Sing no mo , Of dumps so dull and heavy ! The fraud of men was ever so ...
... 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 ! ' 6 Sing no more Ditties ! Sing no mo , Of dumps so dull and heavy ! The fraud of men was ever so ...
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... never find my grave , To weep there ! TAKE , O , 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 ...
... never find my grave , To weep there ! TAKE , O , 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 ...
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Side 9 - 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.
Side 13 - 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.
Side 201 - With the best gamesters : what things have we seen Done at the Mermaid; heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Side 17 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Side 13 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Side 219 - 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!
Side 12 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. 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.
Side 63 - As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear, ;: Who scorched with excessive heat such floods of tears did shed, As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. Alas...
Side 8 - 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.
Side 3 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.