 | Thomas Bacon - 1837 - 496 Seiten
...break-in his lips to a whistle: he who never before loved poetry shall be heard to spout for once, " Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither." When about a couple of miles from Mussoori,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 Seiten
...your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt. SCENE V — The same. Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others. SONG. Ami, ome, come, we are friends : — let's have a dance ere we are married, that Uato the street bird's throat. Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy.... | |
 | 1840 - 594 Seiten
...discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avow'd intent To be a pilgrim." Now for the poet — " Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat ; Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see From his " Visions... | |
 | 1840 - 652 Seiten
...[strain. Warren's Vocal Harmony. GLEE, for 4 Voices. — JC CLIFTON. (2 Sopranos, Tenor, and Bass.) UNDER the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat ? Come hither ! come, here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 Seiten
...And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [lixcuil. The same. Enter AMIENS, JAO.UES, and others. Ami. Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy, But winter... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1843 - 458 Seiten
...may have sallied forth into that little song which breathes the very soul of a rural voluptuary: — "Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me. And tune his merry throat Unto the sweet bird's note, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy,... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1843 - 400 Seiten
...may have sallied forth into that little song which breathes the very soul of a rural voluptuary: — Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry throat Unto the sweet bird's note, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy,... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 Seiten
...shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. FROM AS YOU LIKE IT. "i Amiens. Under the green-wood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat. Come hither, come hither, come hither i Here shall he see No enemy, But winter... | |
 | 1846 - 590 Seiten
...spirits,— " Merrily, merrily, shall I live, now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough." Or, again, " Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry throat Unto the sweet bird's note," For, as our great Dramatist, elsewhere, sings, " 'Tis now The flowers... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 Seiten
...Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have, And renowned be thy grave ! [From ' Aa you Like if] L v sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy But winter... | |
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Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat-- Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun,... 
