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Page ix
... young children . The story of his miserable life is too well known . He died at thirty , worn out by his excesses . In his last sickness none of his boon companions came near him ; but he was visited by a former mistress , the mother of ...
... young children . The story of his miserable life is too well known . He died at thirty , worn out by his excesses . In his last sickness none of his boon companions came near him ; but he was visited by a former mistress , the mother of ...
Page xii
... Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit . " But when the play was produced it was sickly autumn , and the plague was stalking through the land : " Short days , sharp days , long nights come on apace : Ah , who shall hide us from ...
... Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit . " But when the play was produced it was sickly autumn , and the plague was stalking through the land : " Short days , sharp days , long nights come on apace : Ah , who shall hide us from ...
Page xvi
... young " ( worthy to stand beside Shakespeare's " Come , thou monarch of the vine " ) , and that softest of invocations to " Care - charming Sleep . " Massinger had little lyrical power - in fact , none at all - for his few attempts at a ...
... young " ( worthy to stand beside Shakespeare's " Come , thou monarch of the vine " ) , and that softest of invocations to " Care - charming Sleep . " Massinger had little lyrical power - in fact , none at all - for his few attempts at a ...
Page xxv
... young folly , though you were ( Habington ) . First shall the heavens want starry light ( Lodge ) Fly hence , shadows , that do keep ( John Ford ) Fond feigning poets make of love a god ( Greene ) . Fond Love , no more ( Thomas Forde ) ...
... young folly , though you were ( Habington ) . First shall the heavens want starry light ( Lodge ) Fly hence , shadows , that do keep ( John Ford ) Fond feigning poets make of love a god ( Greene ) . Fond Love , no more ( Thomas Forde ) ...
Page xxix
... young and cannot tell ( Ben Jonson ) Though little be the god of love ( Shirley ) Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed ( Shakespeare ) . Through yon same bending plain ( John Fletcher ) Thus , thus begin the yearly rites ( Ben Jonson ) 117 ...
... young and cannot tell ( Ben Jonson ) Though little be the god of love ( Shirley ) Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed ( Shakespeare ) . Through yon same bending plain ( John Fletcher ) Thus , thus begin the yearly rites ( Ben Jonson ) 117 ...
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Anthony Munday arrows beauty bel ami Ben Jonson birds bless bliss bright chaste cheeks Chorus Cuckoo Cupid dance dead death delight dong doth drink eyes face fair fairy fancy fear fire flowers fool Gipsy golden grace green grief Hark haste hath heart heaven Hecate Heigh hither holy honour Hymen JAMES SHIRLEY'S JOHN FLETCHER'S JONSON'S king kiss lady lass live Love's lovers lusty Lyly's lyrical maid Masque Melampus merrily merry mistress N'oserez N'oserez vous never Nice Valour night Nymph Phillis Phoebus pity play pleasure poem pretty queen Richard Brome Robert Greene Robin Hood rose satyrs shepherd shine sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stay swain sweet tears thee Thetis thing THOMAS Thomas Lodge thou art unto Venus virgins vowed wanton weep Whilst William Rowley wind wings Witch youth
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Page 48 - 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 219 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the Nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance; Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save!
Page 216 - COMUS. The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Page 192 - Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 58 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 218 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page 37 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 75 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother...
Page 62 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 221 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, 980 All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.