 E'en with her sighs the strings do break. And as her lute doth live or die, Led by her passion, so must I. For when of pleasure she doth sing, My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring; But if she doth of sorrow speak, E'en from my heart the strings do break.  The Ant, publ. during 1826 and 1827 - Страница 160по Ant The - 1827Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | George Reuben Potter - 1928 - 640 страници
...doth in highest notes appear As any challenged echo clear; But when she doth of mourning speak, Even with her sighs the strings do break. And as her lute doth live or die, Led by her passion, so must I, For when of pleasure she doth sing, My thoughts enjoy a sudden spring, But if she... | |
 | Sherman Yellen - 1979 - 92 страници
...You're wrong! (Ecstatically.) She chirps. (Rhapsodically .) She's like that poem by Campion. (Reciting.) "When to her lute Corinna sings Her voice revives the leaden strings And as her lute doth live or die Led by her passion, so must I." DOROTHY. She'll destroy you. SINCLAIR.... | |
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