Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206 páginas |
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... round as pearls , When Pan's frill pipe begins to play , With dancing wear out night and day ; The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by , When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy . His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind ...
... round as pearls , When Pan's frill pipe begins to play , With dancing wear out night and day ; The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by , When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy . His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind ...
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... a capon for the finner , You shall find ready when you're up , And your horse fhall have his sup : Welcome , welcome , fhall fly round , And I fall smile , though under ground . JOHN FLETCHER . SONG . [ 1624 ? ] TAKE , oh ! 20 62.
... a capon for the finner , You shall find ready when you're up , And your horse fhall have his sup : Welcome , welcome , fhall fly round , And I fall smile , though under ground . JOHN FLETCHER . SONG . [ 1624 ? ] TAKE , oh ! 20 62.
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... round about it . It was a tame heart , and a dear , And never used to roam ; But having got this haunt , I fear ' Twill hardly ftay at home . For GOD's sake , walking by the way , If you my heart do see , Either impound it for a stray ...
... round about it . It was a tame heart , and a dear , And never used to roam ; But having got this haunt , I fear ' Twill hardly ftay at home . For GOD's sake , walking by the way , If you my heart do see , Either impound it for a stray ...
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... ; Might a word once fly from out thee , Storm and thunder Would fit under , And keep filence round about thee . VII . But if Nature's Common creatures So dear glories dare not borrow ; 565553 Yet thy beauty Owes a duty To my loving , 99.
... ; Might a word once fly from out thee , Storm and thunder Would fit under , And keep filence round about thee . VII . But if Nature's Common creatures So dear glories dare not borrow ; 565553 Yet thy beauty Owes a duty To my loving , 99.
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... round With no allaying Thames , Our careless heads with roses bound , Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep , When healths and draughts go free , Fishes , that tipple in the deep , Know no such liberty ...
... round With no allaying Thames , Our careless heads with roses bound , Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep , When healths and draughts go free , Fishes , that tipple in the deep , Know no such liberty ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms beauty birds breath bright bring cheek dare dead dear death delight doth drink Earth eyes face fair fall fear fhall field figh fing fire fleep flowers ftill give gold golden gone grace grave green grief grow hair hand happy Hark hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour JOHN keep kill kind kings kiss ladies leave Left light lips live look love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid meet mind mistress morn move never night notes once pity play poor pretty queen quiet rich rise ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK roses round smile SONG sorrow soul sound speak Spring sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought tree true unto WALLER weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wine wings young
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.