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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.
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.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.
I see you have a singing face--a heavy, dull, sonata face.
O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the song of Selma,
which was sung in my halls read more
O Carril, raise again thy voice! let me hear the song of Selma,
which was sung in my halls of joy, when Fingal, king of shields,
was there, and glowed at the deeds of his fathers.
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving read more
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
Y'ought to hyeah dat gal a-warblin'
Robins, la'ks an' all dem things
Heish de mouffs an' hides read more
Y'ought to hyeah dat gal a-warblin'
Robins, la'ks an' all dem things
Heish de mouffs an' hides dey faces
When Malindy sings.
Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing read more
Every night he comes
With musics of all sorts, and songs composed
To her unworthiness. It nothing steads us
To chide him from our eaves, for he persists
As if his life lay on't.