More Lyrics from the Song-books of the Elizabethan Age

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Arthur Henry Bullen
J. C. Nimmo, 1888 - Ballads, English - 164 pages
 

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Page 145 - I'll be your guest to-morrow night," How should we stir ourselves, call and command All hands to work! "Let no man idle stand. "Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall, See they be fitted all; Let there be room to eat, And order taken that there want no meat. See every sconce and candlestick made bright, That without tapers they may give a light. "Look to the presence: are the carpets spread, The dazie o'er the head, The cushions in the chairs, And all the candles lighted on the stairs?
Page 14 - Lives of the Queens of Scotland, and English Princesses connected with the Regal Succession of Great Britain.
Page 16 - Ballads), and an Essay on the Life and Writings of CERVANTES by JOHN G. LOCKHART. Preceded by a Short Notice of the Life and'Works of PETER ANTHONY MOTTEUX by HENRI VAN LAUN.
Page 136 - When to her lute Corinna sings, Her voice revives the leaden strings, And doth in highest notes appear As any challenged echo clear. But when she doth of mourning speak, E'en with her sighs the strings do break.
Page 36 - FOLLOW thy fair sun, unhappy shadow. Though thou be black as night, And she made all of light, Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
Page xi - THE sea hath many thousand sands, The sun hath motes as many; The sky is full of stars, and Love As full of woes as any : Believe me, that do know the elf, And make no trial by thyself. It is in truth a pretty toy For babes to play withal; But O ! the...
Page 146 - tis a duteous thing To show all honour to an earthly king, And after all our travail and our cost, So he be pleased, to think no labour lost. But at the coming of the King of Heaven All's set at six and seven; We wallow in our sin, Christ cannot find a chamber in the inn. We entertain Him always like a stranger, And, as at first, still lodge Him in the manger.
Page 124 - And gives my sense her rest. Sing lullaby, my little boy, Sing lullaby, mine only joy ! When thou hast taken thy repast, Repose, my babe, on me ; So may thy mother and thy nurse Thy cradle also be. Sing lullaby, my little boy, Sing lullaby, mine only joy ! I grieve that duty doth not work All that my wishing would, Because I would not be to thee But in the best I should. Sing lullaby, my little boy, Sing lullaby, mine only joy ! Yet as I am, and as I may, I must and will be thine, Though all too...
Page 19 - OME cheerful day! part of my life, to me: For while thou view'st me, with thy fading light ; Part of my life doth still depart with thee ! And I still onward haste to my last night. Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly: So, every day we live, a day we die. But...
Page v - Age," which was intended to serve as a companion volume to the Poetical Miscellanies published in England at the close of the sixteenth and the beginning of the seventeenth centuries.

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