A Book of Old English Love Songs
Hamilton Wright Mabie
Macmillan, 1897 - English poetry - 158 pages
Songs by a variety of English authors including Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Thomas Dekker and Robert Herrick -- vendor's description.
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bears beauty birds bower breathe bright bring Campion charm cheeks clear crown Cuckoo dead Death delight doth earth English eyes face fair fall Fear field fire flow flowers fresh give grace green hair Hark haste hath hear heard heart Heart and soul heaven heigh Herrick honour kind kiss Ladies lark late leaves light lips live look lover lullaby Lyric merry mind morn move natural never night once pale play pleasure poets praise present pretty rarely rest rise Robert rose shepherds sing sleep song soul do sing Spring stay sweet Tell thee things Thomas thou thought tree true unto voice wanton waste weep William Shakespeare wind wings winter wish worth young youth
Page 114 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 48 - 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 54 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 96 - 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.
Page 24 - A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 58 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 66 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 14 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest — Ah, wanton, will ye?