Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English PoetsRichard Henry Stoddard Bunce and Huntington, 1866 - 206ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so fhrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates fhe claps her wings , The morn not waking till fhe fings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat Poor 7 Song JOHN LYLY Song JOHN LYLY c Song ¡¤JOHN ...
... ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so fhrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates fhe claps her wings , The morn not waking till fhe fings . Hark , hark , with what a pretty throat Poor 7 Song JOHN LYLY Song JOHN LYLY c Song ¡¤JOHN ...
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... heaven the dew full softly showering , Doth fill and so refresh both fields and closes , Filling the parched flowers with sap and savour ; So while fhe bathed the violets and roses , Upon her lovely cheeks so freshly flowering , The ...
... heaven the dew full softly showering , Doth fill and so refresh both fields and closes , Filling the parched flowers with sap and savour ; So while fhe bathed the violets and roses , Upon her lovely cheeks so freshly flowering , The ...
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... heavens to witness truth , Never loved a truer youth . Then with many a pretty oath , Yea and nay , and faith and troth , Such as filly fhepherds use , When they will not love abuse , Love , that had been long deluded , Was with kifles ...
... heavens to witness truth , Never loved a truer youth . Then with many a pretty oath , Yea and nay , and faith and troth , Such as filly fhepherds use , When they will not love abuse , Love , that had been long deluded , Was with kifles ...
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... degree To welcome destiny : Heaven is our heritage , Earth but a player's stage . Mount we unto the sky ; I am fick , I must die . Lord , have mercy on us ! THOMAS NASH . SONG . [ 1592. ] SPRING , the sweet Spring 20 IV . THOMAS NASH.
... degree To welcome destiny : Heaven is our heritage , Earth but a player's stage . Mount we unto the sky ; I am fick , I must die . Lord , have mercy on us ! THOMAS NASH . SONG . [ 1592. ] SPRING , the sweet Spring 20 IV . THOMAS NASH.
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... heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth , so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call ...
... heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth , so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call ...
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70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I : And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a...
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag of the bee ? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - ON A GIRDLE. That which her slender waist confined, Shall now my joyful temples bind ; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer, My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass, and yet there Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair; Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.