Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 страници |
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... racteristic of the manner of the writer . ] tickle weather was uncertain weather . ticklish - a ticklish case , a doubtful case . Hence the modern phrase THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a 24 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
... racteristic of the manner of the writer . ] tickle weather was uncertain weather . ticklish - a ticklish case , a doubtful case . Hence the modern phrase THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a 24 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
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Robert Bell. THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a green willow , willow , All a green willow is my garland . Alas ! by what means may I make ye to know The unkindness for kindness that to me doth grow ? That one who most kind love on ...
Robert Bell. THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW . * ALL a green willow , willow , All a green willow is my garland . Alas ! by what means may I make ye to know The unkindness for kindness that to me doth grow ? That one who most kind love on ...
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... willow , willow garland to dight ! That dole dealt in allmys * is all amiss quite ! Where lovers are beggars for allmys in sight , No lover doth beg for this willow garland ! Of this willow garland the burden seems small , But my break ...
... willow , willow garland to dight ! That dole dealt in allmys * is all amiss quite ! Where lovers are beggars for allmys in sight , No lover doth beg for this willow garland ! Of this willow garland the burden seems small , But my break ...
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... of the old ballad ( supposed to have been originally Scotch ) from which these stanzas are taken will be found in Percy's Reliques , i . 153 , ed . 1844 . THE WILLOW SONG . THE poor soul sat singing by SHAKESPEARE . 105 OTHELLO.
... of the old ballad ( supposed to have been originally Scotch ) from which these stanzas are taken will be found in Percy's Reliques , i . 153 , ed . 1844 . THE WILLOW SONG . THE poor soul sat singing by SHAKESPEARE . 105 OTHELLO.
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... willow ; Her hand on her bosom , her head on her knee , Sing willow , willow , willow : The fresh streams ran by her , and murmured her moans ; Her salt tears fell from her , and softened the stones ; Sing willow , willow , willow ...
... willow ; Her hand on her bosom , her head on her knee , Sing willow , willow , willow : The fresh streams ran by her , and murmured her moans ; Her salt tears fell from her , and softened the stones ; Sing willow , willow , willow ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 102 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.