Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1855 - 268 pages |
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... drinking rhymes and choruses dancing through his comedies , full of riotous animal spirits soaring to the height of all manner of extrava- gance , and admirably suited to ventilate the profligacy of the day ; but for the most part they ...
... drinking rhymes and choruses dancing through his comedies , full of riotous animal spirits soaring to the height of all manner of extrava- gance , and admirably suited to ventilate the profligacy of the day ; but for the most part they ...
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... drink , to flesh or fish , Yet welcome is the best dish ! In all our fare , in all our cheer Of dainty meats sought far or near , Most fine , most costly to appear , What for all this , if all this gear Lack this welcome ? This cheer ...
... drink , to flesh or fish , Yet welcome is the best dish ! In all our fare , in all our cheer Of dainty meats sought far or near , Most fine , most costly to appear , What for all this , if all this gear Lack this welcome ? This cheer ...
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... DRINKING SONG . * ACK and side go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go cold : * Warton , in his History of Poets , iii . 206 , quotes this song as the first Chanson à boire of any merit in our language . He says it But belly , God ...
... DRINKING SONG . * ACK and side go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go cold : * Warton , in his History of Poets , iii . 206 , quotes this song as the first Chanson à boire of any merit in our language . He says it But belly , God ...
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... hoode dryncke is my lyfe althowghe my wyfe some tyme do chyde & scolde yet spare I not to plye the potte of joly goode ale & olde . backe & syde , & c . But sure I think , that I can drink With 34 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
... hoode dryncke is my lyfe althowghe my wyfe some tyme do chyde & scolde yet spare I not to plye the potte of joly goode ale & olde . backe & syde , & c . But sure I think , that I can drink With 34 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS .
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Robert Bell. But sure I think , that I can drink With him that wears a hood . Though I go bare , take ye no care , I am nothing a cold , I stuff my skin so full within , Of jolly good ale and old . I love noo roste but a browne toste or ...
Robert Bell. But sure I think , that I can drink With him that wears a hood . Though I go bare , take ye no care , I am nothing a cold , I stuff my skin so full within , Of jolly good ale and old . I love noo roste but a browne toste or ...
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Page 105 - 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...
Page 94 - 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.
Page 121 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 89 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 87 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 89 - 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.
Page 81 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 98 - 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.
Page 91 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly.
Page 80 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...