Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares,
to a woefull wretched wight,
hence, dispaire with thy tormenting feares:
O doe not my poore heart affright,
pitty, help now or never,
mark me...
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Ýíäðþ Ëîóðåíñ-Êèíã (àðôà)
Äæîí Äîóëåíä - The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires (1603): ¹15. `Weep you no more, sad fountains`
Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares,
to a woefull wretched wight, hence, dispaire with thy tormenting feares: O doe not my poore heart affright, pitty, help now or never, mark me... ×èòàòü äàëüøå
Sorrow sorrow stay, lend true repentant teares,
to a woefull wretched wight, hence, dispaire with thy tormenting feares: O doe not my poore heart affright, pitty, help now or never, mark me not to endlesse paine, alas I am condempned ever, no hope, no help ther doth remaine, but downe, down, down I fall, and arise I never shall. Õ Ñâåðíóòü |
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