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... Poetry , ii . 246 . To make this lively round intelligible , the reader should be in- formed that it is sung by three sewing girls , who are variously em- Pipe , merry Annot ; Trilla , Trilla , Trillarie 2-2 NICHOLAS UDALL . 15.
... Poetry , ii . 246 . To make this lively round intelligible , the reader should be in- formed that it is sung by three sewing girls , who are variously em- Pipe , merry Annot ; Trilla , Trilla , Trillarie 2-2 NICHOLAS UDALL . 15.
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... round withal ; The waist not mickle , But it was tickle : * * In the sense of exciting . Tyckyll also meant unsteady , un- certain , doubtful . A thing was tickle that did not stand firmly- The thigh , the knee , As they should be JOHN ...
... round withal ; The waist not mickle , But it was tickle : * * In the sense of exciting . Tyckyll also meant unsteady , un- certain , doubtful . A thing was tickle that did not stand firmly- The thigh , the knee , As they should be JOHN ...
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... round as pearls , When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play , With dancing wear out night and day ; The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by , When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy ; His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind ...
... round as pearls , When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play , With dancing wear out night and day ; The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by , When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy ; His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind ...
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... round with bays . Io Peans let us sing To the glittering Delian king . MOTHER BOMBIE . 1598 . BACCHANALIAN SONG . Bacchus ! To thy table Thou callest every drunken rabble ; We already are stiff drinkers , Then seal us for thy jolly ...
... round with bays . Io Peans let us sing To the glittering Delian king . MOTHER BOMBIE . 1598 . BACCHANALIAN SONG . Bacchus ! To thy table Thou callest every drunken rabble ; We already are stiff drinkers , Then seal us for thy jolly ...
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... ear . * The rings on the sward , dried up by the feet of the fairies in dancing their rounds . TITANIA IN THE WOOD . I You spotted snakes , 82 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
... ear . * The rings on the sward , dried up by the feet of the fairies in dancing their rounds . TITANIA IN THE WOOD . I You spotted snakes , 82 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed queen Rosalind round Samela Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verses wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch youth
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Page 101 - 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 202 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 90 - 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 217 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 141 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 79 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 92 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Page 94 - 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 98 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 85 - 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.