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Arthur Henry Bullen. LYRICS FROM THE DRAMATISTS OF THE ELIZABETHAN AGE : EDITED BY A. H. BULLEN . C. LONDON : JOHN C. NIMMO , 14 , KING WILLIAM STREET , STRAND . 1889 . في A COLLEGE NOV 20 1889 LIBRARY Subscription fund .
Arthur Henry Bullen. LYRICS FROM THE DRAMATISTS OF THE ELIZABETHAN AGE : EDITED BY A. H. BULLEN . C. LONDON : JOHN C. NIMMO , 14 , KING WILLIAM STREET , STRAND . 1889 . في A COLLEGE NOV 20 1889 LIBRARY Subscription fund .
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... kings , " are jewels that " from each facet flash a laugh at time . " Though Peele's plays have but a dusty anti- quarian interest , his songs are as fresh as the flowers in May . He was a rogue and sharper , ac- cording to the ...
... kings , " are jewels that " from each facet flash a laugh at time . " Though Peele's plays have but a dusty anti- quarian interest , his songs are as fresh as the flowers in May . He was a rogue and sharper , ac- cording to the ...
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... kings ( Lyly ) 12 O fair sweet goddess ! queen of loves ( John Fletcher ) . O fair sweet face ! O eyes celestial bright ( John Fletcher ) fly , my soul ! what hangs upon ( Shirley ) O for a bowl of fat canary ( Middleton ? ) 121 123 185 ...
... kings ( Lyly ) 12 O fair sweet goddess ! queen of loves ( John Fletcher ) . O fair sweet face ! O eyes celestial bright ( John Fletcher ) fly , my soul ! what hangs upon ( Shirley ) O for a bowl of fat canary ( Middleton ? ) 121 123 185 ...
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... king ( Nashe ) . Stand , who goes there ? ( Lyly ) . • Steer hither , steer your winged pines ( Browne ) Still to be neat , still to be drest ( Ben Jonson ) . Still - born Silence , thou that art ( Flecknoe ) Submit , bunch of grapes ...
... king ( Nashe ) . Stand , who goes there ? ( Lyly ) . • Steer hither , steer your winged pines ( Browne ) Still to be neat , still to be drest ( Ben Jonson ) . Still - born Silence , thou that art ( Flecknoe ) Submit , bunch of grapes ...
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... king ! Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io , pæans let us ...
... king ! Crown all his altars with bright fire , Laurels bind about his lyre , A Daphnean coronet for his head , The Muses dance about his bed ; When on his ravishing lute he plays , Strew his temple round with bays . Io , pæans let us ...
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Apollo arrows beauty Ben Jonson birds bless bright Careless Shepherdess charm Chorus cold 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 heart heaven heaven's gate Hecate heigh Heigh-ho Hesperus hither holiday holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S keep king kiss lady lips live Love's lovers Luminalia lusty 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 thou art unto Venus wanton weep Whilst WILLIAM William Rowley wind Witch youth
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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 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 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 220 - Youth and Joy ; so Jove hath sworn. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run...
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 141 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 32 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...