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When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raises, holds his ear
To some read more
When I but hear her sing, I fare
Like one that raises, holds his ear
To some bright star in the supremest Round;
Through which, besides the light that's seen
There may be heard, from Heaven within,
The rests of Anthems, that the Angels sound.
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
That which is not worth speaking they sing.
[Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on read more
That which is not worth speaking they sing.
[Fr., Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'etre dit, on le chante.]
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast read more
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes
And interchanged love tokens with my child;
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love.
At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the
thirst of his spirit.
So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the
thirst of his spirit.
Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.
I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.