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... winds up the piece , and the allusion to the willow bears upon a boasting Captain who is left without a bride in the end . Willow , willow , willow , Our captain goes down : Willow , willow , willow , His valour doth crown . The rest ...
... winds up the piece , and the allusion to the willow bears upon a boasting Captain who is left without a bride in the end . Willow , willow , willow , Our captain goes down : Willow , willow , willow , His valour doth crown . The rest ...
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... wind that bloweth no man good , The blower of which blast is she ; The lyther lusts bred of her brood Can no way breed good property ; Wherefore I say , as we now see , No heart can think , or tongue express , The harm that groweth of ...
... wind that bloweth no man good , The blower of which blast is she ; The lyther lusts bred of her brood Can no way breed good property ; Wherefore I say , as we now see , No heart can think , or tongue express , The harm that groweth of ...
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... wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapt , and throwly * lapt , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side go bare , & c . And Tyb my wife , that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek , Full oft drinks she , till ye may ...
... wind , I trow , Can hurt me if I wold , I am so wrapt , and throwly * lapt , Of jolly good ale and old . Back and side go bare , & c . And Tyb my wife , that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek , Full oft drinks she , till ye may ...
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... ; His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss , That still my Syrinx ' lips I kiss . SONG TO APOLLO . SING to Apollo , god of 54 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . MIDAS.
... ; His minstrelsy , O base ! This quill , Which at my mouth with wind I fill , Puts me in mind , though her I miss , That still my Syrinx ' lips I kiss . SONG TO APOLLO . SING to Apollo , god of 54 SONGS FROM THE DRAMATISTS . MIDAS.
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... wind let blow abroad , That all the world may see how false of love False Paris hath to his none been . COLIN'S DIRGE . WELLADAY , welladay , poor Colin , thou art going to the ground , The love whom Thestylis hath slain , Hard heart ...
... wind let blow abroad , That all the world may see how false of love False Paris hath to his none been . COLIN'S DIRGE . WELLADAY , welladay , poor Colin , thou art going to the ground , The love whom Thestylis hath slain , Hard heart ...
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Ascribed to Fletcher ballad beauty Ben Jonson birds blessed boys breath bright charm chaste comedy crown Cuckoo Cupid dance death dost doth DRAMATISTS drink Dyce Edition eyes fair fairy fear fire flowers fool give golden grace green Hark hast hath head heart heaven Hecate heigh Here's Heywood hither honour Hymen JASPER MAYNE Jonson king kiss lady laugh live love's lovers lullaby lusty maid merrily merry Middleton ne'er never NICHOLAS UDALL night nonny nymph Octavo Patient Grissell PHILIP MASSINGER pity play poems poet pretty printed queen Rosalind round Samela Satyr Shakespeare shepherds shew shine sigh sing sleep song sorrow soul spring sweet tears tell thee thine thing Thomas Heywood THOMAS MIDDLETON Thou art Trilla unto verses wanton weep Whilst William Cartwright WILLIAM HABINGTON WILLIAM ROWLEY willow wind wine Witch youth
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Page 101 - 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 202 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 90 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 217 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 141 - 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.
Page 79 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Page 92 - 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 94 - 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 98 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 85 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.