Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1854 - 268 страници |
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... Wine nothing shall cost ye ; Nor huge fires to roast ye ; Then soberly let us be led . your head . Const . Come , my brown bills , we'll roar , Bounce loud at tavern door . Omnes . And in the morning steal all to bed . * The watchmen ...
... Wine nothing shall cost ye ; Nor huge fires to roast ye ; Then soberly let us be led . your head . Const . Come , my brown bills , we'll roar , Bounce loud at tavern door . Omnes . And in the morning steal all to bed . * The watchmen ...
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... Wine , O wine ! O juice divine ! How dost thou the nowlet refine . Plump thou makest men's ruby faces , And from girls can fetch embraces . By thee our noses swell With sparkling carbuncle . * Tapster , drawer . From skink , to draw ...
... Wine , O wine ! O juice divine ! How dost thou the nowlet refine . Plump thou makest men's ruby faces , And from girls can fetch embraces . By thee our noses swell With sparkling carbuncle . * Tapster , drawer . From skink , to draw ...
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... wine , he was seized with a mortal illness , and , being in the last extremity of distress , he must have perished for want of bare necessaries , but for the humanity of a poor shoemaker in Dowgate , at whose house he died in September ...
... wine , he was seized with a mortal illness , and , being in the last extremity of distress , he must have perished for want of bare necessaries , but for the humanity of a poor shoemaker in Dowgate , at whose house he died in September ...
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... wine that's brisk and fine , And drink unto the leman mine ; And a merry heart lives long - a . Fill the cup , and let it come , I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom . & c . * Robert Johnson also composed the music of this song . KING ...
... wine that's brisk and fine , And drink unto the leman mine ; And a merry heart lives long - a . Fill the cup , and let it come , I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom . & c . * Robert Johnson also composed the music of this song . KING ...
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... WINE . AKE , our mirth begins to die , Quicken it with tunes and wines Raise your notes ; you're out : fy , fy ! This drowsiness is an ill sign . The germ of this song may be traced to the following epigram of Martial : 6 Qualem ...
... WINE . AKE , our mirth begins to die , Quicken it with tunes and wines Raise your notes ; you're out : fy , fy ! This drowsiness is an ill sign . The germ of this song may be traced to the following epigram of Martial : 6 Qualem ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed 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 101 - 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 202 - 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 90 - 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 217 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Страница 141 - Take, oh 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 seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Страница 79 - 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.
Страница 92 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Страница 94 - 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 98 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Страница 85 - 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.