Songs from the DramatistsRobert Bell J. W. Parker, 1855 - 268 pages |
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... pleasure ; I count it no labour such labour to take , In getting to me so high a treasure . Wherefore , & c . This day I intended for to be merry , Although my hard father be far hence , I know no cause for to be heavy , For all this ...
... pleasure ; I count it no labour such labour to take , In getting to me so high a treasure . Wherefore , & c . This day I intended for to be merry , Although my hard father be far hence , I know no cause for to be heavy , For all this ...
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... pleasure and hated restraint , to write plays and love pamphlets , ' than to sit down to the sober labours of the pulpit or the hospital ; and Greene found in this occupation easy , although uncertain , means of living , and indulging ...
... pleasure and hated restraint , to write plays and love pamphlets , ' than to sit down to the sober labours of the pulpit or the hospital ; and Greene found in this occupation easy , although uncertain , means of living , and indulging ...
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... pleasure , suddenly decay . Go not yet away , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees ...
... pleasure , suddenly decay . Go not yet away , bright soul of the sad year , The earth is hell when thou leavest to appear . What , shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst , Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed ? O trees ...
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... pleasure ! Short days , sharp days , long nights come on apace : Ah , who shall hide us from the winter's face ? Cold doth increase , the sickness will not cease , And here we lie , God knows , with little ease . From winter , plague ...
... pleasure ! Short days , sharp days , long nights come on apace : Ah , who shall hide us from the winter's face ? Cold doth increase , the sickness will not cease , And here we lie , God knows , with little ease . From winter , plague ...
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... pleasure rests beside , In something that we have not tried . And when the same likewise is had , Then all is one ... pleasures new , And was never satisfied : He can say by proof of toil , Ambition is a vulture vile , That feeds upon ...
... pleasure rests beside , In something that we have not tried . And when the same likewise is had , Then all is one ... pleasures new , And was never satisfied : He can say by proof of toil , Ambition is a vulture vile , That feeds upon ...
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ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys bright charm chaste Collier comedy Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire Fletcher flowers fool friends Gammer Gurton's Needle garland give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate Here's Heywood honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lusty maid married a Sunday merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny Notes and Memoir Patient Grissell pity play poem Poetical Poets pretty printed Queen Roister Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sung sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verse wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch writer youth
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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...