An Elizabethan GarlandT.N. Foulis, 1903 - 34 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
adieu ALFRED BARTLETT Anonymous apace art old there's Art thou bears a lovely beauty birds do sing BRIMLEY JOHNSON Cuckoo CUPID AND CAMPASPÉ ding a ding dong doth EDINBURGH ELIZABETHAN eyes fair father's joy Father's sorrow flowers fresh fount give my Love golden numbers HARVARD COLLEGE hath my heart hey nonino hey nonny nonny Honest labour bears John Fletcher jug-jug kiss knee LAND DIRGE left his pretty lies sleeping Softly LOVE'S TOKEN LYLYE LYRICS MDCCCCIII melancholy mind is light myfair Love good-morrow Ø AN o o Ø Ø o o ELIZABETIAN GARLAND old there's grief pray thee say pretty boy pu-we ROSALYND'S MADRIGAL ROSE ANTHO ROSES OF PARNASSUS Say nay SEA DIRGE shepherd sing hey ding smile softly lies soon lost sweet content Sweet lovers love sweet Spring T. N. FOULIS Thomas Campion thou art old to-witta true-love hath untrue Love wanton Weep Whereso'er William Shakespeare wilt thou leave YOUNG LOVE
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Página 17 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Página 11 - 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.
Página 30 - Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Página 4 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Página 26 - Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers O sweet content ! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers ? O sweet content ! O sweet O sweet content ! Work apace, apace, apace, apace ; Honest labour bears a lovely face...
Página 14 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Página 3 - SPRING, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo ! The palm and may make country houses gay. Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay, Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo...
Página 15 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu...
Página 27 - Then he that patiently want's burden bears No burden bears, but is a king, a king ! O sweet content ! O sweet, O sweet content ! Work apace, apace, apace, apace...
Página 1 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.