1 Sleep wayward thoughts,and rest you with my love,
Let not my Love be with my love diseas`d.
Touch not proud hands, least you her anger move,
But pine you with my longings displeas`d.
Thus...×èòàòü äàëüøå
Àíñàìáëü `Consort of Musicke` (Âåëèêîáðèòàíèÿ)1 Sleep wayward thoughts,and rest you with my love,
Let not my Love be with my love diseas`d. Touch not proud hands, least you her anger move, But pine you with my longings displeas`d. Thus...×èòàòü äàëüøå
1 Sleep wayward thoughts,and rest you with my love,
Ñêà÷àòü íîòû
Let not my Love be with my love diseas`d. Touch not proud hands, least you her anger move, But pine you with my longings displeas`d. Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake, So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake. 2 But on the fury of my restless fear, The hidden anguish of my flesh desires, The glories and the beauties that appear, Between her brows near Cupid`s closed fires Thus while she sleeps I sorrow for her sake, So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake. 3 My love doth rage, and yet my Love doth rest, Fear in my love, and yet my Love secure, Peace in my Love, and yet my love oppress`d, Impatient yet of perfect temperature, Sleep dainty Love, while I sigh for thy sake, So sleeps my Love, and yet my love doth wake. Õ Ñâåðíóòü |
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