For Lucy, Countess of Bedford
Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled,
What heav`n then governs earth?
O none, but hell in heaven`s stead,
Chokes with his mists our mirth.
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Äæîí Äîóëåíä - The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres (1600): ¹ 5 `Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled`
For Lucy, Countess of Bedford
Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled, What heav`n then governs earth? O none, but hell in heaven`s stead, Chokes with his mists our mirth. Mourn, mourn,...×èòàòü äàëüøå
For Lucy, Countess of Bedford
Mourn, mourn, day is with darkness fled, What heav`n then governs earth? O none, but hell in heaven`s stead, Chokes with his mists our mirth. Mourn, mourn, look now for no more day Nor night, but that from hell. Then all must as they may In darkness learn to dwell. But yet this change, must needs change our delight, That thus the sun should harbour with the night. Õ Ñâåðíóòü |
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