Songs & Lyrics from the Dramatists, 1533-1777George Newnes, 1905 - 242 sider |
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Side vi
... Beauty Suing for Love THOMAS NASH , 1567-1601 28 29 29 30 30 23 23 31 Spring , the Sweet Spring The Decay of Summer The Coming of Winter Adieu ; Farewell Earth's Bliss SAMUEL DANIEL , 1562-1619 Opinion , How Dost Thou Molest Love is a ...
... Beauty Suing for Love THOMAS NASH , 1567-1601 28 29 29 30 30 23 23 31 Spring , the Sweet Spring The Decay of Summer The Coming of Winter Adieu ; Farewell Earth's Bliss SAMUEL DANIEL , 1562-1619 Opinion , How Dost Thou Molest Love is a ...
Side viii
... Beauty Clear and Fair 88 88 89 Speak , Thou Fairest Fair . Let the Bells Ring Take me while I'm in the Vein . The King of the Beggars . 89 90 91 91 The Love Philter The Satyr In Praise of Pan 92 92 94 Cloe , the Wanton Shepherdess ...
... Beauty Clear and Fair 88 88 89 Speak , Thou Fairest Fair . Let the Bells Ring Take me while I'm in the Vein . The King of the Beggars . 89 90 91 91 The Love Philter The Satyr In Praise of Pan 92 92 94 Cloe , the Wanton Shepherdess ...
Side ix
... Beauty 121 What Women Most Desire 121 Sacrifice to Cupid 122 Lovers , Rejoice 122 Cupid , Pardon what is Past 123 A Bridal Song 123 The Dirge of the Three Kings 124 The Jailor's Daughter 125 Invocation to Sleep . 125 Love , Shoot More ...
... Beauty 121 What Women Most Desire 121 Sacrifice to Cupid 122 Lovers , Rejoice 122 Cupid , Pardon what is Past 123 A Bridal Song 123 The Dirge of the Three Kings 124 The Jailor's Daughter 125 Invocation to Sleep . 125 Love , Shoot More ...
Side x
... Beauty , Arise . 145 Fancies are but Streams 146 Live With Me Still . 146 Here Lies the Blithe Spring 147 Summer Sports 147 Cast Away Care 149 JOHN WEBSTER , circa 1580-1625 150 A Dirge . 150 The Madman's Song 150 Hark , Now Everything ...
... Beauty , Arise . 145 Fancies are but Streams 146 Live With Me Still . 146 Here Lies the Blithe Spring 147 Summer Sports 147 Cast Away Care 149 JOHN WEBSTER , circa 1580-1625 150 A Dirge . 150 The Madman's Song 150 Hark , Now Everything ...
Side xi
... Beauty 167 Death , Strike Home 167 Welcome to the Forest's Queen 168 JOHN FORD , Fl . circa 1639 Fly Hence , Shadows 170 170 Bridal Song Love is Ever Dying . 170 171 The Broken Heart 171 SIR JOHN SUCKLING , 1609-1642 173 Why So Pale and ...
... Beauty 167 Death , Strike Home 167 Welcome to the Forest's Queen 168 JOHN FORD , Fl . circa 1639 Fly Hence , Shadows 170 170 Bridal Song Love is Ever Dying . 170 171 The Broken Heart 171 SIR JOHN SUCKLING , 1609-1642 173 Why So Pale and ...
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Beauty behold birds blessed blood bright Careless Shepherdess charm chaste circa Cuckoo Cupid Cynthia's Revels dance dead Death delight ding DIRGE dost doth drink eyes fair fairy Faithful Shepherdess fantasy will never father spite fear feast fire flowers fool FRANCIS BEAUMONT Gipsies give golden GOLDEN SLUMBERS grave green Hark hast hath heart Heaven HECATE heigh Here's Hey nonny hither honour JOHN WEBSTER king kiss lady laugh lips live Love's lovers lullaby lusty maid married a Sunday Master Constable merrily merry Mistress mortal ne'er Nice Valour night nymph o'er Pan's PETER HAUSTED Phoebus pity pleasure pretty Queen ring round SABRINA FAIR SATYR shepherds sigh sing sleep slumber SONG Sorrow spite and spurn spring Sun's Darling swain tears tell thee thing THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art Trilla unto Venus wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM ROWLEY wind wine youth
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Side 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.
Side 65 - 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 49 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Side 204 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks, Sleeking her soft alluring locks, By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have.
Side 45 - 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 78 - Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain; Suns, that set, may rise again; But if once we lose this light, "Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys ? Fame and rumour are but toys.
Side 62 - 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 53 - 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 49 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Side 50 - Now the wasted brands do glow. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run...