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...
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Äæîí Äîóëåíä (1563–1626)
The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres (1600): ¹14 `Come ye heavy states of night` Ñêà÷àòü íîòû
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
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 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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