The Book of Elizabethan VerseWilliam Stanley Braithwaite |
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... Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale , sing ; To give my Love good - morrow ! To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow , And from each bill let ...
... Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale , sing ; To give my Love good - morrow ! To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red - breast , Sing birds in every furrow , And from each bill let ...
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... bird upon the bush bechirps it up so gay : With a heave and a ho ! with a heave and a ho ! Thy wife shall be thy master , I trow . Sing , care away , care away , let the world go ! Hey , lustily all in a row , all in a row , Sing , care ...
... bird upon the bush bechirps it up so gay : With a heave and a ho ! with a heave and a ho ! Thy wife shall be thy master , I trow . Sing , care away , care away , let the world go ! Hey , lustily all in a row , all in a row , Sing , care ...
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... , And some perforce flittis On ground quhile they grone . Syne groomis that gay is On blonkis that brayis With swordis assayis : The nicht is neir gone . A. Montgomerie II . WHA Spring's Welcome THAT bird so sings , 1Ο THE BOOK OF.
... , And some perforce flittis On ground quhile they grone . Syne groomis that gay is On blonkis that brayis With swordis assayis : The nicht is neir gone . A. Montgomerie II . WHA Spring's Welcome THAT bird so sings , 1Ο THE BOOK OF.
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William Stanley Braithwaite. II . WHA Spring's Welcome THAT bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O'tis the ravish'd ... birds tune this merry lay- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The fields breathe sweet , the daisies ...
William Stanley Braithwaite. II . WHA Spring's Welcome THAT bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O'tis the ravish'd ... birds tune this merry lay- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The fields breathe sweet , the daisies ...
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... 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 tirra - lirra chants , With heigh 14 THE BOOK OF.
... 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 tirra - lirra chants , With heigh 14 THE BOOK OF.
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Page 412 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 523 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 59 - 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 391 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 605 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 69 - 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 502 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 603 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 169 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Page 155 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.