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Alto Bass beauty beneath Bishop's Collection bless blow boys breath bright bring Callcott CATCH charms cheerful Cooke Cramer D'Almaine dance dark dear deep delight drink eyes fair fear flow flowers gained gentle give GLEE green grief grove H. R. Bishop happy Hark Harmony haste Hawes hear heart heaven hope Horsley hour Italy King Ladies leave light live Lonsdale MADRIGAL maid meet merry Mills mirth Morley morn never night notes Novello o'er once peace play pleasure Prize rest rose round shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song Sopranos Sopranos and Bass sorrow soul sound spirit spring strain stream sweet tears tell Tenor thee thou thought Vocal Voices Voices.-S WALMISLEY Warren's Collection Webbe wind wine wing Words youth
67 페이지 - 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.
36 페이지 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
569 페이지 - 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
288 페이지 - Now the bright morning star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
22 페이지 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
342 페이지 - But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
341 페이지 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
187 페이지 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.