Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206 oldal |
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iii. oldal
... sweet , unpremeditated lyrics . I use the word Lyric rather than Song , because it best de- scribes the selections which follow , and because I take it to be a purer , as it certainly was an earlier , manifestation of the element which ...
... sweet , unpremeditated lyrics . I use the word Lyric rather than Song , because it best de- scribes the selections which follow , and because I take it to be a purer , as it certainly was an earlier , manifestation of the element which ...
xv. oldal
... Sweet in her green dell the flower , " etc. ....... The Loft Mistress . Rondeau ...... Cupid Swallowed ... PAGE. PAGE Song . " O Nightingale ! thou surely art " . THOMAS MOORE 156 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 157 Song .... .... " Wafted , weary ...
... Sweet in her green dell the flower , " etc. ....... The Loft Mistress . Rondeau ...... Cupid Swallowed ... PAGE. PAGE Song . " O Nightingale ! thou surely art " . THOMAS MOORE 156 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 157 Song .... .... " Wafted , weary ...
xvi. oldal
... Sweet and low , sweet and low " . " Come not when I am dead " . The Sentences The Revelation ..... CHARLES KINGSLEY 190 CHARLES KINGSLEY 191 ALFRED TENNYSON 191 " " ALFRED TENNYSON 192 ALFRED TENNYSON 192 . ALFRED TENNYSON 193 COVENTRY ...
... Sweet and low , sweet and low " . " Come not when I am dead " . The Sentences The Revelation ..... CHARLES KINGSLEY 190 CHARLES KINGSLEY 191 ALFRED TENNYSON 191 " " ALFRED TENNYSON 192 ALFRED TENNYSON 192 . ALFRED TENNYSON 193 COVENTRY ...
4. oldal
... Sweet lip , sweet eye , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus , take thy gifts again ! Make not so fair to cause our moan , Or make a heart that's like our own . JOHN HARINGTON . A DITTY . [ 1580 ? ] I. Mr ...
... Sweet lip , sweet eye , sweet blushing cheek , Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O Venus , take thy gifts again ! Make not so fair to cause our moan , Or make a heart that's like our own . JOHN HARINGTON . A DITTY . [ 1580 ? ] I. Mr ...
5. oldal
... that figh and weep , In love of them that lie and fleep : For Cupid is a merry god , And forceth none to kiss the rod . Sweet Cupid's fhafts , like destiny , Do causeless good 5 A Ditty SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Of his Cynthia.
... that figh and weep , In love of them that lie and fleep : For Cupid is a merry god , And forceth none to kiss the rod . Sweet Cupid's fhafts , like destiny , Do causeless good 5 A Ditty SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Of his Cynthia.
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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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arms beauty birds breath bright bring cheek dare dead dear death delight doth drink Earth eyes face fair fall fear fhall field figh fing fire fleep flowers ftill give gold golden gone grace grave green grief grow hair hand happy Hark hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour JOHN keep kill kind kings kiss ladies leave Left light lips live look love thee Love's lover MADRIGALS maid meet mind mistress morn move never night notes once pity play poor pretty queen quiet rich rise ROBERT ROBERT HERRICK roses round smile SONG sorrow soul sound speak Spring sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought tree true unto WALLER weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wilt wind wine wings young
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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.