Come yee heavy states of night,
Doe my fathers spirit right,
Soundings balefull let mee borrow,
Burthening my song with sorrow,
Come sorrow come hir eies that sings,
By thee are turned...×èòàòü äàëüøå
Àíñàìáëü `Consort of Musicke` (Âåëèêîáðèòàíèÿ)
Come yee heavy states of night,
Ñêà÷àòü íîòûDoe my fathers spirit right, Soundings balefull let mee borrow, Burthening my song with sorrow, Come sorrow come hir eies that sings, By thee are turned into springs. Come you Virgins of the night, That in Dirges sad delight, Quier my Anthems, I doe borrow Gold nor pearle, but sounds of sorrow: Come sorrow come hir eies that sings, By thee are turned into springs. Õ Ñâåðíóòü 
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