Songs from the ElizabethansSir John Collings Squire |
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adieu babe beauty bel ami birds BISHOP OF BATH breast bright cheeks Cherry ripe Corydon Cuckoo Cupid curchy dear delight disdain eyes fair Samela fairy fairy-queen Farewell fear flock flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT grace green grief Hark hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh Hey nonny hill JOHN FLETCHER king kiss lady lass lero lily lips live love doth Love's lovers Lulla Madrigals maid married a Sunday merrily merry morning N'oserez N'oserez vous ne'er neir gone never Nicholas Breton night nightingale Phillada flouts Phillis Phoebus Phyl pity play praise is due pretty Proserpina Queen RICHARD CORBET ROBERT WEVER roses roundelay shade shadows Shep sigh Sing lullaby sleep smile song of praise sorrow soul spring swain sweet content tears tereu thee thine thing Thomas Weelkes thou art true love unto untrue Love Venus voice wanton weep wind
Popular passages
Page 110 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen. Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly.
Page 247 - Song Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
Page 113 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 107 - 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 1 My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 242 - Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good of the elements
Page 21 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Page 196 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Page 98 - 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...
Page 119 - 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!
Page 244 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound.