POEM: SONG

类别:文学名著 作者:菲利普·西德尼 本章:POEM: SONG

    to tune of quot;Basciami vita mia.quot;  Sleep, baby mine, Desires nurse, Beauty, singet mine ;ay, t;

    Lully, lully, my babe, o my c taking: t;ay, t;

    Since, baby mine, from me tctle, pap Content is making; t;Nay, for t abide I ;

    I.

    treme disgrace; ter called Pain: Long so be accursed in every place, By t complain; Like crafty cime and travel taugo e ure s do bide; And so by privilege of sacred seat, A seat ains. A not terror last, More loving eyes se t.

    II.

    oe! o me, on me return t: My burning tongue ress pain? For oft in pain, to pain my painful , itate complain. I praised ; s, tepping feet: Pain  sealing up my  as prey of o  t o have.

    III.

    t of loatraint; ter-co oe, and fat:

    ted Pain, from  traint dotues arm; s can cely bear: In range  tiff ? Fearst not a face t oft ws devours?

    Or art t, And so no  envy of t  s;O.quot;

    IV.

    And ;O cruel pain!quot; And dot mould y bears? Mourns srut others feign?

    Fears so feel, and feels not ot  fiery spirits, may plain? t eyes  in bloody tears? t sense feels more t dotain? No, no, soo  perfect place  suc my life can save. But th.

    * * * Like as t to service bound; But o gain some ing ill  of force do force o ground: Rig by  off o die; Nor o be sound. But o s,  but small; till , lose Boto fly, and knowledge wo fall: O ried! More  I in bondage bide!

    * * * In ed ed fancies crange cause doto mine eye dot of my pain, me-seems, engraved lies. tant mind teep, noately o look so loful caves noless visions give; In dales I see eac: Like late-moe cut from joy I live; Alas, s brooks do in my tears augment: Rocks,  eacs to leave, Or till, my ts mig in vain contend: t I t ts  to t I wisely swim, or gladly sink.

    If eit, Or, cruel still, time did your beauties stain: If from my soul t, Or for my love some love I migain; t I o find.

    But since my ts in till are spent. itrife, by senses overtill, and still more cruel bent, I loving still a love t lovetrive, I kiss and curse t, reason, sense, time, You, and I, maintain.


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