 Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise,...  The Outlook - Page 1311911Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2001 - 436 pages
...then let her consider. SONG Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, 20 His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers...winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes; With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise; Arise, arise! So, get you gone. If this penetrate,... | |
 | 1984 - 476 pages
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 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 778 pages
...are: 'Whiles I threat he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives,' Macbeth, II, i, 60; 'And Phoebus 'gins arise His steeds to water at those springs On chalked flowers that lies,' Cymbeline, II, iii, 23. 129. Eu'n] BAYFDSID (p. 199): The abbreviation,... | |
 | Stanley Wells - Drama - 2002 - 228 pages
...lyrics, however, are as remote from Cloten's intentions as the cowslip from lachimo's arousal : Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus...winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes. With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise ! (2.3.19-27) The song's conventional... | |
 | Stephen Orgel - English drama - 2002 - 300 pages
...lost), but it should be added that Shakespeare songs are not invariably models of communication: Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus...water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies. Much critical energy has been expended on explaining the excessively conceited and syntactically baffling... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Quotations, English - 2002 - 244 pages
...Duke—MforM IV.i Give me some music; music, moody food Of us that trade in love. Cleopatra — A&C II.v Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus...'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On challic'd flow'rs that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To open their golden eyes: With every thing... | |
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