Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 sider |
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Side vii
... THOU LIVEST THE MORE FOOL THOU ART 45 • 46 JOHN LYLY . ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE SAPPHO AND PHAON ENDYMION GALATHEA . MIDAS MOTHER BOMBIE . 55 ༄ ༄ 50 51 52 53 54 GEORGE PEELE . THE ARRAIGNMENT OF PARIS POLYHYMNIA . THE HUNTING OF CUPID THE ...
... THOU LIVEST THE MORE FOOL THOU ART 45 • 46 JOHN LYLY . ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE SAPPHO AND PHAON ENDYMION GALATHEA . MIDAS MOTHER BOMBIE . 55 ༄ ༄ 50 51 52 53 54 GEORGE PEELE . THE ARRAIGNMENT OF PARIS POLYHYMNIA . THE HUNTING OF CUPID THE ...
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... thou canst forget me , That were my sound fault , which cannot nor shall be ; Though thou , like the soaring hawk , every way flee , I will be the turtle still steadfast to thee , And patiently wear this willow garland ! All ye that ...
... thou canst forget me , That were my sound fault , which cannot nor shall be ; Though thou , like the soaring hawk , every way flee , I will be the turtle still steadfast to thee , And patiently wear this willow garland ! All ye that ...
Side 28
... thou still hast store- The merry man is never poor , He lives upon the world ; therefore , Be merry , friends ! This verse is omitted in the Roxburghe copy . [ The loss of wealth is loss of dirt , 28 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
... thou still hast store- The merry man is never poor , He lives upon the world ; therefore , Be merry , friends ! This verse is omitted in the Roxburghe copy . [ The loss of wealth is loss of dirt , 28 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
Side 29
... thou hast nought to do but trolling Be merry , friends ! ] Be merry in God , saint Paul saith plain , And yet , saith he , be merry again ; Since whose advice is not in vain , The fact thereof to entertain , Be merry , friends ! [ Let ...
... thou hast nought to do but trolling Be merry , friends ! ] Be merry in God , saint Paul saith plain , And yet , saith he , be merry again ; Since whose advice is not in vain , The fact thereof to entertain , Be merry , friends ! [ Let ...
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... thou ? Look up , man . O , Wit ! give place to Honest Recreation— Give place , we say now , for thy consolation . 3 After place given let ear obey : Give an ear , O Wit ! now we thee pray ; Give ear to what we sing and say ; Give an ear ...
... thou ? Look up , man . O , Wit ! give place to Honest Recreation— Give place , we say now , for thy consolation . 3 After place given let ear obey : Give an ear , O Wit ! now we thee pray ; Give ear to what we sing and say ; Give an ear ...
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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.