What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
babe black letter copy bonny ivy tree brave capon changed her mind city of London city of York Cripple daddy's ewes dear death delight ditty doth Egestus eyes fair fair lady faith can keep fear flowers gallant gentleman of courage give gold golden shows grief growne a gentleman hand Harpalus hath changed hear Hungary jealousy Jephthah Jockie is growne King lady lass let her choose little barley-corn liv'd live Lodwick London lose my breath lov'd lover LULLABY SONG maid maiden married merry milk mother gave ne'er night north country oh poor Colly Palmus Pandosto pleasant Plum-pudding pretty pride of Leycestershire prince Queen quoth roast-beef scorn Sheldra shepherd shew sigh Sing oh poor song sweet St tears thee There's thou thow trust a woman tune tunn'd Twill unto weep wife willow women-kind yellow hose York young youth
Page 231 - To her is only known my love, Which from the world is hidden. Go, pretty birds, and tell her so, See that your notes strain not too low, For still methinks I see her frown ; Ye pretty wantons, warble. Go tune your voices...
Page 242 - Altair, then I was really there, or at an equal remoteness from the life which I had left behind, dwindled and twinkling with as fine a ray to my nearest neighbor, and to be seen only in moonless nights by him. Such was that part of creation where I had squatted; 'There was a shepherd that did live, And held his thoughts as high As were the mounts whereon his flocks Did hourly feed him by.
Page 230 - Trowl the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl, And here, kind mate, to thee : Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, And down it merrily.
Page 4 - I think to be best, Then have you surely won the field And set my heart at rest. I pray you keep this Nosegay well, And set by it some store : And thus farewell ! the gods thee guide Both now and evermore ! Not as the common sort do use, To set it in your breast, That when the smell is gone away, On ground he takes his rest.
Page 140 - By the moon we sport and play; With the night begins our day: As we dance the dew doth fall; Trip it, little urchins all. Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, and about go we.
Page 15 - The birds sang sweet in the midst of the day ; I dreamed fast of mirth and play ; In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go ; But when I waked, it was not so : In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Page 120 - Fair lady, take it!" Thus fain, etc. O lady, what a luck is this: That my good willing misseth To find what pretty thing it is That my good lady wisheth! Thus fain would I have had this pretty thing To give unto my lady.
Page 235 - Lully lullay thou littell tyne child, By by lully lullay. O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This pore yongling, for whom we do singe By by lully lullay.
Page 144 - Tis a comfort to see how the chimneys do smoke ; Provision is making for beer, ale, and wine, For all that are willing or ready to dine : Then haste to the kitchen for diet the chief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roastbeef.
Page 144 - All travellers, as they do pass on their way, At gentlemen's halls are invited to stay, Themselves to refresh, and their horses to rest, Since that he must be Old Christmas's guest ; Nay, the poor shall not want, but have for relief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roastbeef.