A Book of Old English Love SongsHamilton Wright Mabie Songs by a variety of English authors including Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Thomas Dekker and Robert Herrick -- vendor's description. |
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... a Wedding • Why so pale and wan , fond lover ? Constancy • [ ix ] Page 80 83 85 88 90 91 92 93 94 96 98 100 ΙΟΙ 103 107 108 I10 I12 · 115 116 118 119 I 20 · 122 126 · 132 · 133 : List of Songs Page I prithee send me back my.
... a Wedding • Why so pale and wan , fond lover ? Constancy • [ ix ] Page 80 83 85 88 90 91 92 93 94 96 98 100 ΙΟΙ 103 107 108 I10 I12 · 115 116 118 119 I 20 · 122 126 · 132 · 133 : List of Songs Page I prithee send me back my.
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... 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 . ן GEORGE WHARTON COWARDS INS 4 The Song of Autolycus [ 50 ] ...
... 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 . ן GEORGE WHARTON COWARDS INS 4 The Song of Autolycus [ 50 ] ...
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... pale moon shines by night : And when I wander here and there , I then do most go right . If tinkers may have leave to live And bear the sow - skin budget , Then my account I well may give And in the stocks avouch it . Jog on , jog on ...
... pale moon shines by night : And when I wander here and there , I then do most go right . If tinkers may have leave to live And bear the sow - skin budget , Then my account I well may give And in the stocks avouch it . Jog on , jog on ...
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... pale , as lovers use , And in your death go out as well , As when you lived unto the smell : That from your odour all may say , This is the shepherds ' holiday . - Ben Jonson . - B Echo's Song 多串 LOW , slow , fresh. [ 63 ]
... pale , as lovers use , And in your death go out as well , As when you lived unto the smell : That from your odour all may say , This is the shepherds ' holiday . - Ben Jonson . - B Echo's Song 多串 LOW , slow , fresh. [ 63 ]
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... pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in May- If she think not well of me , What care I how fair she be ? Shall my silly heart be pined ' Cause I see a woman kind ; Or a ...
... pale my cheeks with care ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in May- If she think not well of me , What care I how fair she be ? Shall my silly heart be pined ' Cause I see a woman kind ; Or a ...
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abroad was lated Althea from Prison Amarillis back my heart Ballad beauty behold Ben Jonson breathe charm Cherry Ripe Chloris chronicle of wasted Corinna's crown Cuckoo Daffodils delight Description of Castara dost doth drest Edmund Waller Eidola eyes fair flowers GEORGE WHARTON EDWARDS give grace Hark haste hath my heart Heart and soul heaven heigh John Lyly kiss lark light lips live Love good-morrow lover Lucasta lullaby Lyric maid Manly Heart merry morn never night pale pleasure poets praise prithee send Richard Lovelace Robert Herrick Rosalynd's Madrigal rose Samuel Daniel send me back sigh singing note Sir John Suckling sleep snow Song of Autolycus Song of Celadyne sorrow soul do sing stay summer sweetest Lesbia sweetly Sylvia thee thine Thomas Campion Thomas Carew Thomas Heywood Thomas Lodge thou tree true-love hath unto voice weep William Shakespeare wings winter worth youth
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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 36 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
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 32 - 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 16 - 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?
Page 30 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull...