Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206 Seiten |
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... fing , Cuckoo , to welcome in the Spring ! Cuckoo , to welcome in the Spring ! JOHN LYLY . SONG . [ 1592. ] PAN'S Syrinx was a girl indeed , Though now he's turned into a reed ; From that dear reed Pan's pipe does come , A pipe that ...
... fing , Cuckoo , to welcome in the Spring ! Cuckoo , to welcome in the Spring ! JOHN LYLY . SONG . [ 1592. ] PAN'S Syrinx was a girl indeed , Though now he's turned into a reed ; From that dear reed Pan's pipe does come , A pipe that ...
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... fing ; He lends me every lovely thing : Yet cruel he my heart doth fting . Whift , wanton , ftill ye ! III . Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence ; And bind you when For your offence . you long to play , I'll but mine eyes to ...
... fing ; He lends me every lovely thing : Yet cruel he my heart doth fting . Whift , wanton , ftill ye ! III . Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence ; And bind you when For your offence . you long to play , I'll but mine eyes to ...
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... fing madrigals . III . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant pofies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle . IV . A gorun made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we ...
... fing madrigals . III . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant pofies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle . IV . A gorun made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we ...
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... fing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frifk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo ...
... fing , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo . The palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frifk and play , the shepherds pipe all day , And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug , jug , pu we , to witta woo ...
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... BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the 25 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
... BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the 25 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty BEN JONSON beſt birds breath bright BRYAN WALLER PROCTER Celia cheek cherry-ripe Chloris Cupid dear death defire delight DIRGE doft doth DOWLAND'S BOOK drink eyes faft fair fhall figh fing fleep flowers ftay ftill GEORGE DARLEY golden grave grief happy Hark hath hear heart heaven Heigh HENRY hither JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN WEBSTER kiss ladies lips love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid merry mind mistress morn mufic muſt ne'er never night nightingale nonny o'er paffions PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Phillis pity play queen reft ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT HERRICK roses Say nay ſhall ſkies smile Song Song Song sorrow soul Spring ſtay sweetly tears tell thine things THOMAS THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS CAREW THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES thou art thou wilt unto wanton weep WILBYE'S MADRIGALS WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt thou leave wind wine wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 70 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Seite 154 - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
Seite 59 - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Seite 104 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Seite 106 - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Seite 114 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Seite 116 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
Seite 24 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Seite 161 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Seite 28 - 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.