Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 17 találatból.
6. oldal
... move , Is love , which is the due of love ; And love as well the shepherd can , As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet nymph , ' tis true , you worthy be , Yet without love , naught worth to me . FULKE GREVILLE , Lord Brooke . SONG . [ 1584 ...
... move , Is love , which is the due of love ; And love as well the shepherd can , As can the mighty nobleman . Sweet nymph , ' tis true , you worthy be , Yet without love , naught worth to me . FULKE GREVILLE , Lord Brooke . SONG . [ 1584 ...
18. oldal
... move , Come live with me , and be my love . VI . The shepherd swains fhall dance and fing For thy delight each May - morning . If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . 4 A DIRGE ...
... move , Come live with me , and be my love . VI . The shepherd swains fhall dance and fing For thy delight each May - morning . If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my love . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . 4 A DIRGE ...
41. oldal
... move me . III . Diaphenia , like to all things bleed , When all thy praises are exprejed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king ; Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me ...
... move me . III . Diaphenia , like to all things bleed , When all thy praises are exprejed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king ; Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me ...
43. oldal
... move thee ? Pity , then , pity me , Because I love thee . Ay me ! thou scorn'ft the more I pray thee , And this thou dost to say me . Ah , do , then , do , kill me and vaunt thee ; Yet my ghoft ftill shall haunt thee . MORLEY'S ...
... move thee ? Pity , then , pity me , Because I love thee . Ay me ! thou scorn'ft the more I pray thee , And this thou dost to say me . Ah , do , then , do , kill me and vaunt thee ; Yet my ghoft ftill shall haunt thee . MORLEY'S ...
44. oldal
... move , In earth so wanes and waxes my delight . And whisper this , but softly in her ears , Hope oft doth hang the head , and trust shed tears . 11 . And you , my thoughts , that some mistrust do carry , If for mistrust my mistress you ...
... move , In earth so wanes and waxes my delight . And whisper this , but softly in her ears , Hope oft doth hang the head , and trust shed tears . 11 . And you , my thoughts , that some mistrust do carry , If for mistrust my mistress you ...
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Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the old English Poets Richard Henry Stoddard Korlátozott előnézet - 2021 |
Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the old English Poets Richard Henry Stoddard Korlátozott előnézet - 2021 |
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beauty BEN JONSON beſt birds breath bright BRYAN WALLER PROCTER Celia cheek cherry-ripe Chloris Cupid dear death defire delight DIRGE doft doth DOWLAND'S BOOK drink eyes faft fair fhall figh fing fleep flowers ftay ftill GEORGE DARLEY golden grave grief happy Hark hath hear heart heaven Heigh HENRY hither JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN WEBSTER kiss ladies lips love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid merry mind mistress morn mufic muſt ne'er never night nightingale nonny o'er paffions PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Phillis pity play queen reft ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT HERRICK roses Say nay ſhall ſkies smile Song Song Song sorrow soul Spring ſtay sweetly tears tell thine things THOMAS THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS CAREW THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES thou art thou wilt unto wanton weep WILBYE'S MADRIGALS WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt thou leave wind wine wings
Népszerű szakaszok
70. oldal - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
154. oldal - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
59. oldal - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
104. oldal - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
106. oldal - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
114. oldal - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
116. oldal - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
24. oldal - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
161. oldal - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
28. oldal - 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.