 | English poets - 1801 - 382 páginas
...the ravish'd nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu, she cries, And still her woes at midnight ris«. 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 a pretty throat,... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 472 páginas
...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 a pretty throat... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 432 páginas
...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. Hark ! hark ! but what a pretty throat,... | |
 | Rowland Freeman - 1821 - 846 páginas
...j"gt— jug, jug,— terue, — 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 a pretty note... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 páginas
...heads." Perhaps, as Mr. Reed has observed, Shakspeare remembered Lilly's Compaspe, printed in 1584- : " who is't now we hear? " None but the lark so shrill and clear ; " How at, heaven's gate she claps her wings, " The morn not waking till she sings." For thy sweet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 576 páginas
...silver breast The snn ariseth in his majesty.' Perhaps Lyly's Alexander and Campaspe suggested this 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' Passages in Chaucer, Spenser,... | |
 | John Ford - 1827 - 638 páginas
...so sings, yet so does wail? O ! 'tis the ravish'd nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu she crycs, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick -song...now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what... | |
 | John Ford - 1827 - 672 páginas
...ravish'd nightingale. Ju». jug. j"g. j"g. tereu she cryes, And still her woes at midnight rise. Jirave prick -song ! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; How at heaven s gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what... | |
 | John Ford - 1827 - 630 páginas
...nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu she cryes, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what... | |
 | 1847 - 518 páginas
...this to thee? What shall, alas, become of me! Song. What bird so sings, yet so does wail? 0 't'is the ravish'd nightingale — Jug, jug, jug, jug — tereu...but the lark so shrill and clear, Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Harh, hark! but what a pretty note, Poor... | |
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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. 
