For Sir Henry Lee
1. His golden locks Time hath to silver turned.
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing:
His youth `gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned,
But spurned in vain; youth...×èòàòü äàëüøå
Àíñàìáëü `Consort of Musicke` (Âåëèêîáðèòàíèÿ)For Sir Henry Lee
1. His golden locks Time hath to silver turned. O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing: His youth `gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth...×èòàòü äàëüøå
For Sir Henry Lee
Ñêà÷àòü íîòû
1. His golden locks Time hath to silver turned. O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing: His youth `gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing. Beauty, strength, youth are flowers but fading seen; Duty, faith, love are roots, and ever green. 2. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers` sonnets turn to holy psalms. A man at arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers which are Age`s alms. But though from Court to cottage he depart, His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart. 3. And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He`ll teach his swains this carol for a song: Blest be the hearts that wish my Sov`reign well. Curst be the soul that think her [him] any wrong. Goddess [Ye gods], allow this aged man his right To be your beadsman now, that was your knight. Õ Ñâåðíóòü |
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