The Bolt of Cupid Fell 歌词

	作曲 : Hermann, Hertrich
	When fourty nights shall beside you brow
	and dig deep wounds in your beauty now
	Your youth's proud livery so gazed on me
	tomorrow will be darkened sealed
	Look how a bird lies tangeled in a net
	Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred
	So fastened in her arms the favoured lies
	She found more beauty in his varied eyes
	Cut is the brunch that might be grown
	with you faith, the treasure of your lusty days
	Then being asked where all your beauty lies
	I say it to your deep-sunken eyes
	"As if the dead the living should exceed
	possessed by heavens heart and hand"
	He burns with basful shame
	She with her tears does quench the maiden
	burning off her cheeks
	Then with her windy sighs and golden hands
	to fain and blow them dry again she seeks
	Look how a painter would surpass his life
	His art with nature's workmanship at strife
	In limmming out a well-proportioned steed
	as if the dead the living should exceed

	zuo qu : Hermann, Hertrich
	When fourty nights shall beside you brow
	and dig deep wounds in your beauty now
	Your youth' s proud livery so gazed on me
	tomorrow will be darkened sealed
	Look how a bird lies tangeled in a net
	Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred
	So fastened in her arms the favoured lies
	She found more beauty in his varied eyes
	Cut is the brunch that might be grown
	with you faith, the treasure of your lusty days
	Then being asked where all your beauty lies
	I say it to your deepsunken eyes
	" As if the dead the living should exceed
	possessed by heavens heart and hand"
	He burns with basful shame
	She with her tears does quench the maiden
	burning off her cheeks
	Then with her windy sighs and golden hands
	to fain and blow them dry again she seeks
	Look how a painter would surpass his life
	His art with nature' s workmanship at strife
	In limmming out a wellproportioned steed
	as if the dead the living should exceed

	zuò qǔ : Hermann, Hertrich
	When fourty nights shall beside you brow
	and dig deep wounds in your beauty now
	Your youth' s proud livery so gazed on me
	tomorrow will be darkened sealed
	Look how a bird lies tangeled in a net
	Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred
	So fastened in her arms the favoured lies
	She found more beauty in his varied eyes
	Cut is the brunch that might be grown
	with you faith, the treasure of your lusty days
	Then being asked where all your beauty lies
	I say it to your deepsunken eyes
	" As if the dead the living should exceed
	possessed by heavens heart and hand"
	He burns with basful shame
	She with her tears does quench the maiden
	burning off her cheeks
	Then with her windy sighs and golden hands
	to fain and blow them dry again she seeks
	Look how a painter would surpass his life
	His art with nature' s workmanship at strife
	In limmming out a wellproportioned steed
	as if the dead the living should exceed

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