A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 sider |
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Side 161
... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , The Masque of the Inner Temple , 1612-13 . SONG FOR A DANCE . SHAKE off your heavy trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread : Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , 5 And all the ...
... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , The Masque of the Inner Temple , 1612-13 . SONG FOR A DANCE . SHAKE off your heavy trance ! And leap into a dance Such as no mortals use to tread : Fit only for Apollo To play to , for the moon to lead , 5 And all the ...
Side 171
... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1653 ; written before 1616 . ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . MORTALITY , behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of ... FRANCIS BEAUMONT . 171.
... FRANCIS BEAUMONT , Poems , ed . 1653 ; written before 1616 . ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY . MORTALITY , behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of ... FRANCIS BEAUMONT . 171.
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... BEAUMONT , FRANCIS ( 1584—1602 Song for a Dance . The Indifferent On the Life of Man . - 1616 ) : On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Aspatia's Song . Luce's Dirge PAGE 140 206 82 56 81 88888 87 132 190 190 161 ...
... BEAUMONT , FRANCIS ( 1584—1602 Song for a Dance . The Indifferent On the Life of Man . - 1616 ) : On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : Aspatia's Song . Luce's Dirge PAGE 140 206 82 56 81 88888 87 132 190 190 161 ...
Side 317
... Francis , xxxvi , 296 ; Sylva Sylvarum , 248 . Baldi , Bernardino , 276 . Barley , W. , New Book of Tabliture , 82 ... Beaumont and Fletcher , xxxi , li ; Knight of the Burning Pestle , 153 , 275 , 278 ; The Maid's Tragedy , 148 , 273 .
... Francis , xxxvi , 296 ; Sylva Sylvarum , 248 . Baldi , Bernardino , 276 . Barley , W. , New Book of Tabliture , 82 ... Beaumont and Fletcher , xxxi , li ; Knight of the Burning Pestle , 153 , 275 , 278 ; The Maid's Tragedy , 148 , 273 .
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds breast Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Daniel Davison death delight Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes fair fancy fear Fleay Fletcher flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT golden grace Gram green Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night nonny passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty printed quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanza sweet content tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Wither words writing written ΙΟ
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Side 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Side 164 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Side xix - ... no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Side 86 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Side 154 - 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.
Side 237 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Side 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Side 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Side 88 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...