Old Songs E-Book

Edmund Spenser

• Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Old Songs emerges as a revitalizing anthology that celebrates the rich tapestry of lyrical and poetic traditions rooted in early modern England. This collection showcases a formidable array of styles'Äîfrom pastoral musings to politically charged verse'Äîunderscoring the profound diversity and innovation of the era. Standout pieces capture the resonant themes of love, loss, nature, and national identity, each work contributing to a grand mosaic of cultural reflection. Critical engagement with these themes offers readers a nuanced understanding of the intellectual and emotional currents that shaped the landscape of English Renaissance literature. The anthology'Äôs strength lies in the profound contributions from esteemed poets such as Edmund Spenser and George Wither, whose works collectively coalesce to forge an enriching narrative of the times. Their writing, influenced by the Elizabethan and Jacobean eras, reflects the confluence of personal and public realms, of traditional and innovative literary boundaries. The dialogic interplay among these voices illustrates the collective endeavor to explore human experience through the spoken and unspoken contours of poetic expression. Old Songs promises to be an invaluable resource for readers seeking an immersive journey through the poetic sensibilities of a transformational epoch. The anthology offers an unparalleled opportunity for audiences to engage deeply with a spectrum of perspectives, inviting a broader, more inclusive conversation on the interplay of tradition and innovation. Ideal for literary scholars and enthusiasts alike, this volume is a testament to the enduring power of old songs reimagined, fostering a dialogue that bridges the past and present with poignant equilibrium.

Leseprobe

Edmund Spenser|George Wither

Old Songs

Published by Good Press, 2022

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EAN 4064066458232

Table of Contents

A LOVE SONG. BY GEORGE WITHER.

“ WHY CANST THOU NOT, AS OTHERS DO? ”

“ WITH JOCKEY TO THE FAIR. ”

“ SWEET NELLY, MY HEART’S DELIGHT. ”

“ WHAT HAP HAD I TO MARRY A SHROW! ”

THE LEATHER BOTTÈL.

NEVER LOVE THEE MORE.

“ HERE’S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN. ”

BARBARA ALLEN.

PERIGOT AND CUDDY’S ROUNDELAY. BY EDM. SPENSER.

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

“ EARLY ONE MORNING. ”

KITTY OF COLERAINE.

OLD KING COLE.

HARVEST-HOME.

“ ’TWAS DOWN IN CUPID’S GARDEN. ”

PHILLADA.

A LOVE SONG.BY GEORGE WITHER.

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lov’d a lasse, a faire one,As faire as e’er was seene;She was, indeed, a rare one,Another Sheba queen;

But, foole, as then I was,I thought she lov’d me too;But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

Her haire, like gold, did glister;Each eye was like a starre;She did surpasse her sister,Which past all others farre:

She would me hony call:She’d, oh, she’d kisse me too!But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

In summer-time, to MedleyMy love and I would goe—The boatmen there stood readieMy love and I to rowe;For creame there would we call,For cakes, and for prunes too;But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

Many a merry meetingMy love and I have had:She was my onely sweeting;She made my heart full glad:The teares stood in her eyes,Like to the morning-dew;But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

And as abroad we walked,As lovers’ fashion is,Oft, as we sweetly talked,The sun would steale a kisse;The winde upon her lipsLikewise most sweetly blew;But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

Her cheekes were like the cherrie,Her skin as white as snow;When she was blyth and merrie,She angel-like did show;Her wast exceeding small,The fives did fit her shoo;But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

In summer-time or winterShe had her heart’s desire;I stil did scorne to stint herFrom sugar, sacke, or fire:The world went round about;No cares we ever knew;But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

As we walked home together,At midnight, through the towne,To keepe away the weather,O’re her I’d cast my gowne;No colde my love should feele,Whate’er the heavens could doe;But, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.

Like doves we would be billing,And clip and kisse so fast,Yet she would be unwillingThat I should kisse the last:They’re Judas kisses now,Since that they prov’d untrue;For, now, alasse! sh’as left me,Falero, lero, loo.