Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206 páginas |
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... sounds up his minstrelsy . His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss , That fill my Syrinx ' lips I kiss . JOHN LYLY . 8 MADRIGAL . [ 1588. ] SLEEP , fleep , mine.
... sounds up his minstrelsy . His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss , That fill my Syrinx ' lips I kiss . JOHN LYLY . 8 MADRIGAL . [ 1588. ] SLEEP , fleep , mine.
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... one on shore , To one thing conftant never : Then figh not so , But let them go , And be you blithe and bonny : Converting all your sounds of woe Into , Hey nonny , nonny . Sing no more ditties , fing no mo Of dumps 25.
... one on shore , To one thing conftant never : Then figh not so , But let them go , And be you blithe and bonny : Converting all your sounds of woe Into , Hey nonny , nonny . Sing no more ditties , fing no mo Of dumps 25.
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... sounds of woe Into , Hey nonny , nonny . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . SONG . [ 1601. ] O MISTRESS mine , where are you roaming ? O , ftay and hear ; your true love's coming , That can fing both high and low : Trip no further , pretty sweeting ...
... sounds of woe Into , Hey nonny , nonny . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . SONG . [ 1601. ] O MISTRESS mine , where are you roaming ? O , ftay and hear ; your true love's coming , That can fing both high and low : Trip no further , pretty sweeting ...
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... sounds of sorrow . Come , sorrow , come ; her eyes that fings By thee are turned into springs . DOWLAND'S BOOK OF SONGS . TO CYNTHIA . [ 1600. ] I. Mr thoughts are winged with hopes , my hopes with love , Mount , love , unto the moon in ...
... sounds of sorrow . Come , sorrow , come ; her eyes that fings By thee are turned into springs . DOWLAND'S BOOK OF SONGS . TO CYNTHIA . [ 1600. ] I. Mr thoughts are winged with hopes , my hopes with love , Mount , love , unto the moon in ...
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... he could not agree , For Milla was his note : The filly pipe could never get This lovely name by rote : With that they both fell on a sound , He fell asleep , his pipe to ground . WEELKES'S AIRS . SONG . [ 1609. ] STILL to be neat , 55 II .
... he could not agree , For Milla was his note : The filly pipe could never get This lovely name by rote : With that they both fell on a sound , He fell asleep , his pipe to ground . WEELKES'S AIRS . SONG . [ 1609. ] STILL to be neat , 55 II .
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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.