And thou, treble-dated crow, Here the anthem doth commence : So they lov'd, as love in twain defunctive music can] i.e. knows, understands funeral music Hearts remote, yet not asunder; So between them love did shine, Property was thus appall'd, Reason, in itself confounded, That it cried, how true a twain Whereupon it made this threne 2 threne] i. e. funeral song. THRENOS. Beauty, truth, and rarity, Grace in all simplicity. Here inclos'd in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix' nest; And the turtle's loyal breast Leaving no posterity :- Truth may seem, but cannot be: To this urn let those repair For these dead birds sigh a prayer. WM SHAKESPEARE. 268 SONGS FROM THE PLAYS OF SHAKESPEARE. FROM THE TEMPEST. COME unto these yellow sands, (The wild waves whist) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Burden. Bowgh, wowgh. [disperse [disperse The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. FULL fathom five thy father lies; Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell. [Burden, Ding-dong. WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch, when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough. FROM TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. WHO is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she: The heavens such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair? |