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... Weep eyes , break heart ! ( Middleton ) Weep no more for what is past ( Davenant ) Weep no more , nor sigh , nor groan ( John Fletcher ) Weep , weep , ye woodmen ! wail ( Munday ) 48 164 221 137 86 ( Peele ) . What bird so sings , yet ...
... Weep eyes , break heart ! ( Middleton ) Weep no more for what is past ( Davenant ) Weep no more , nor sigh , nor groan ( John Fletcher ) Weep , weep , ye woodmen ! wail ( Munday ) 48 164 221 137 86 ( Peele ) . What bird so sings , yet ...
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... weep , Being cheated of her golden sleep Stolen by sick thoughts ? -the pirate's found , And in her tears he shall be drowned . Read his indictment , let him hear What he's to trust to . Boy , give ear ! MY From JOHN LYLY's Midas , 1592 ...
... weep , Being cheated of her golden sleep Stolen by sick thoughts ? -the pirate's found , And in her tears he shall be drowned . Read his indictment , let him hear What he's to trust to . Boy , give ear ! MY From JOHN LYLY's Midas , 1592 ...
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... weep . Fair maiden , white and red , Comb me smooth , and stroke my head , And thou shalt have some cockell - bread . A Second Head comes up full of gold , which she combs into her lap . Sec . Head . Gently dip , but not too deep , For ...
... weep . Fair maiden , white and red , Comb me smooth , and stroke my head , And thou shalt have some cockell - bread . A Second Head comes up full of gold , which she combs into her lap . Sec . Head . Gently dip , but not too deep , For ...
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... weep ; No drop but as a coach doth carry thee , So ridest thou triumphing in my woe : Do but behold the tears that swell in me , And they thy glory through my grief will show : But do not love thyself ; then thou wilt keep My tears for ...
... weep ; No drop but as a coach doth carry thee , So ridest thou triumphing in my woe : Do but behold the tears that swell in me , And they thy glory through my grief will show : But do not love thyself ; then thou wilt keep My tears for ...
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... weep there ! WHEN THAT I WAS AND A LITTLE TINY BOY . THEN that I was and a little tiny boy , WH With hey , ho , the wind and the rain , A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's estate ...
... weep there ! WHEN THAT I WAS AND A LITTLE TINY BOY . THEN that I was and a little tiny boy , WH With hey , ho , the wind and the rain , A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's estate ...
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Apollo arrows beauty Ben Jonson birds bless bright charm Chorus crown Cuckoo Cupid dance dead death delight ding dong doth drink eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool Gipsy give golden grave green grow Hark haste hath head heart heaven heaven's gate Hecate heigh Hesperus hither holiday holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S keep king kiss lady lips live Love's lovers Luminalia Lyly's lyrical maid Maid's Tragedy Masque Melampus merrily merry MISTRESS mortal ne'er never Nice Valour night nonny Nymph o'er play praise pretty queen Richard Brome Robin Hood rose satyrs shepherds shine sigh sing sleep songs sorrow soul spring stay Strow sweet tears thee Thetis thing THOMAS THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art unto Venus virgin wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM William Rowley wind Witch youth
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Page 42 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 217 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance; Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save!
Page 214 - The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold, And the gilded car of day, His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream, And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal 100 Of his chamber in the east.
Page 31 - 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...
Page 189 - Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 56 - 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 52 - 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 69 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother...
Page 35 - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
Page 219 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.