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" Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. "
Dramatic Works of John Ford ... - Page 378
by John Ford - 1827
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The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First ...

William Shakespeare - English drama - 1883
...some figure. The whole song may have been suggested by a passage iu Lyly's Alexander and Compaspe : " Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear : Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings. The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark ! with...
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Tragedy of Cymbeline: With Introduction and Notes, Explanatory and Critical ...

William Shakespeare - 1889 - 224 pages
...Heaven's gate. The whole song may have been suggested by a passage in Lyly's Alixtmdtr and Camfaspe : Who. is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear : Now at heaven s gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark ! with what...
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Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age

Arthur Henry Bullen - Ballads, English - 1889 - 243 pages
...nightingale. " J"g, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song !1 who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates 2 she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with...
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Bards and the Birds

Frederick Nol Paton - Birds - 1894 - 514 pages
...u g'jug 1 j ug 'J u g - te reu I sne cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the Lark so shrill and clear; At Heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark ! with what a...
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Shakespeare's Tragedy of Cymbeline

William Shakespeare, Henry Norman Hudson - 1895 - 224 pages
...Heaven's gate. The whole song may have been suggested by a passage in Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe : Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear : Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark ! with what...
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The Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to Shirley

Arthur Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1895 - 382 pages
...Hark, hark I the lark at heaven's gate sings. Compare with the opening line Lyly's verse on p. 44 : ' Who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates .she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.' and Davenant's '...
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Select Poems of Coleridge, Wordsworth, Campbell Longfellow

Frederick Henry Sykes - 1895 - 360 pages
...poems on the Lark. The Elizabethans first gave fit expression to the charm of the Lark's song. What is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. —John Lyly, Campasfe,v....
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English Lyrics: Chaucer to Poe, 1340-1809

William Ernest Henley - English poetry - 1897 - 412 pages
...! 'Jog. j"g. jg, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings, Hark, hark, with what...
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English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700

Frederic Ives Carpenter - English poetry - 1897 - 276 pages
...nightingale. " Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what...
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The Foundations of English Literature: A Study of the Development of English ...

Fred Lewis Pattee - English literature - 1899 - 394 pages
...Shakespeare's ears when he wrote " Hark, hark, the lark," — the spring song in Campaspe : Who is 't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear. How at heauens gats she claps her wings, The morne not waking till shee sings ! Heark, heark, with what a...
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