English Lyrics |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 15
Page 28
... Weep neighbours weep , do you not hear it said That Love is dead ? His death - bed peacocks folly , His winding - sheet is shame : His will false , seeming holy , His sole executor blame . From so ungrateful fancy , From such a female ...
... Weep neighbours weep , do you not hear it said That Love is dead ? His death - bed peacocks folly , His winding - sheet is shame : His will false , seeming holy , His sole executor blame . From so ungrateful fancy , From such a female ...
Page 61
... weep there . XXXIX . Ο SONG . RPHEUS with his lute made trees , And the mountain tops that freeze , Bow themselves , when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring ...
... weep there . XXXIX . Ο SONG . RPHEUS with his lute made trees , And the mountain tops that freeze , Bow themselves , when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring ...
Page 77
... WEEP with me all you that read WEEP This little story ; And know , for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry . ' Twas a child that so did thrive In grace BEN JONSON . 77 Ben Jonson Clerimont's Song Ben Jonson An Epitaph on ...
... WEEP with me all you that read WEEP This little story ; And know , for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry . ' Twas a child that so did thrive In grace BEN JONSON . 77 Ben Jonson Clerimont's Song Ben Jonson An Epitaph on ...
Page 108
... weep Out them , to keep A poor yet loving heart . Say too , she would have this : She shall . Then my hope is That when I'm poor , And nothing have To send or save , I'm sure she'll ask no more . LXXV . TO THE VIRGINS , TO MAKE MUCH OF ...
... weep Out them , to keep A poor yet loving heart . Say too , she would have this : She shall . Then my hope is That when I'm poor , And nothing have To send or save , I'm sure she'll ask no more . LXXV . TO THE VIRGINS , TO MAKE MUCH OF ...
Page 111
... weep My pains asleep ; And give me such reposes , That I , poor I , May think , thereby , I live and die ' Mongst roses . Fall on me like a silent dew , Or like those maiden showers , Which , by the peep of day , do strew A baptism o'er ...
... weep My pains asleep ; And give me such reposes , That I , poor I , May think , thereby , I live and die ' Mongst roses . Fall on me like a silent dew , Or like those maiden showers , Which , by the peep of day , do strew A baptism o'er ...
Contents
147 | |
149 | |
156 | |
162 | |
168 | |
180 | |
184 | |
191 | |
56 | |
60 | |
67 | |
73 | |
79 | |
118 | |
124 | |
133 | |
141 | |
198 | |
205 | |
229 | |
236 | |
243 | |
249 | |
258 | |
268 | |
294 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
adieu Love Anthony Wood beauty BEN JONSON best fits birds blow bosom breast breath bright brow cold County Guy Cynthia's Revels dead infected dear death delight doth earth England's Helicon eyes fair Samela fancy fear fire fits a little flowers Forget friends GEORGE GASCOIGNE give gone grave hath heart heaven holly Honour lady leaves live look Love is dead Love's lovers lulla lullaby lyric mourn ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night numbers o'er old familiar faces pain peace Phillada flouts Phillis pity pleasure poem Queen rage of wind ROBERT SOUTHWELL roses scorn shepherd shine sighs sight sing sleep smile SONG sorrow soul spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS DEKKER thou art thou dost Thou hast thought toil tomb tree ULYSSES unto untrue Love verse waking eye wanton waves weep wert winds youth
Popular passages
Page 120 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 186 - SHE was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament : Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's too her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 224 - And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head; And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; But little he'll reck; if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 66 - A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER. W PILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done ; For I have more.
Page 136 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 57 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Page 69 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Page 116 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
Page 216 - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 81 - Every thing 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...