Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 sider |
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Side 45
... pretty person we may compare to Lais , A morsel for princes and nobler kings ; In beauty you excel the fair lady Thais ; You exceed the beautiful Helen in all things . To behold your face who can be weary ? merry . * Hoigh my Mistress ...
... pretty person we may compare to Lais , A morsel for princes and nobler kings ; In beauty you excel the fair lady Thais ; You exceed the beautiful Helen in all things . To behold your face who can be weary ? merry . * Hoigh my Mistress ...
Side 47
... pretty little Besse , Come over the boorne , Besse , to me.§ The white dove set on the castle wall , I bend my bow , and shoot her I shall ; I put her in my glove , both feathers and all . * Another of Cox's ballads , also mentioned by ...
... pretty little Besse , Come over the boorne , Besse , to me.§ The white dove set on the castle wall , I bend my bow , and shoot her I shall ; I put her in my glove , both feathers and all . * Another of Cox's ballads , also mentioned by ...
Side 48
... pretty Nightingale , ' ' There dwelleth a jolly Foster * here by the West , ' Also , ' I come to drink some of your Christmas ale . ' When I walk by myself alone , It doth me good my songs to render . A CATCH . I HAVE a pretty titmouse ...
... pretty Nightingale , ' ' There dwelleth a jolly Foster * here by the West , ' Also , ' I come to drink some of your Christmas ale . ' When I walk by myself alone , It doth me good my songs to render . A CATCH . I HAVE a pretty titmouse ...
Side 50
... Reliques . Hark , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings . Ye birds SHAKESPEARE . That singing up to heaven's gate ascend . MILTON . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , 50 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE.
... Reliques . Hark , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings . Ye birds SHAKESPEARE . That singing up to heaven's gate ascend . MILTON . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , 50 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE.
Side 51
Robert Bell. Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor robin red breast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing , Cuckoo to welcome in the spring ! Cuckoo to welcome in the spring ! * SAPPHO AND PHAON . 1584 . VULCAN'S SONG ...
Robert Bell. Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat , Poor robin red breast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing , Cuckoo to welcome in the spring ! Cuckoo to welcome in the spring ! * SAPPHO AND PHAON . 1584 . VULCAN'S SONG ...
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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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Side 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...
Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 102 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.